Wholesaling, jobbing, or distributing is defined as the sale of goods or merchandise to retailers, to industrial, commercial, institutional, or other professional business users, or to other wholesalers and related subordinated services. In general, it is the sale of goods to anyone other than a standard consumer.
According to the United Nations Statistics Division, "wholesale" is the resale (sale without transformation) of new and used goods to retailers, to industrial, commercial, institutional or professional users, or to other wholesalers, or involves acting as an agent or broker in buying merchandise for, or selling merchandise to, such persons or companies. Wholesalers frequently physically assemble, sort and grade goods in large lots, break bulk, repack and redistribute in smaller lots. While wholesalers of most products usually operate from independent premises, wholesale marketing for foodstuffs can take place at specific wholesale markets where all traders are congregated.
Traditionally, wholesalers were closer to the markets they supplied than the source from which they got the products.
Oh dem white boyz,
They love playin' their guitars,
They love wearing their hearts
Stitched firmly to their sleeves
So on a thursday night
I'll make my way down to the open mic
So I can sing songs that no one likes
Unless you're my friend
"and I'll raise my voice
To drown yours out
Cause I'm on the stage
And you're just another face in the crowd"
And hot topic kids
They never ever pay attention
They just spout off their opinions
With reckless abandon
But if the truth be told
I really care more than I'd like you to know
Cause I stayed up all night
You were broken like a vase that fell,
There you lay scattered and broken,
But still too proud for your shelf.
He did his "best" to mend your shattered fault lines of cracked porcelain but it was a waste of his time..
Most of your life, you were nothing but his trophy wife, and you just can't take it anymore.
Not too long after you exchanged your vows,
He snuck off late at night, sleeping around, but like a good wife should, you just looked the other way.
"baby, I swear it's not what you think. You just need to calm down, why don't you make another drink?"
You were as pale as a ghost
In the dead of winter
Your breath rose like smoke,
It very well, could've been
Your soul. That escaped
From your lungs, like a melody left unsung.
You were never meant for this world.
You were never meant for this.
Now I'm knelt down by your headstone
Wondering if you are alone, where you are now.
I think to way way back before you left
To lay down in your flowerbed,
When I held your hand and prayed
That you would stay
Still sometimes I feel the rain even when it's dry
I want to hear you sing,
That song you wrote for me,
You were my anchor, you always kept me steady,
But now I'm lost at sea, and drifting aimlessly
I need to hear your voice to guide me back home again.
In many ways, I began the grieving process, long before you left.
In the end, I took harder than my sister and my father,
I just couldn't let you go,
It took took took all I had to give
To stay afloat on a sinking ship,
When we knew very well, just where this would end
"I think it's time, I think it's best for my tired head to come to rest"
Sing me to sleep,
You were driving me home
Just as the sun was coming up
As early morning commuters clung
To their coffee cups.
When you laughed, I felt like royalty
So that morning I went home,
And I slept like a king
Do you know what I dreamed?
I dreamed that you would never hurt again.
I know one day they'll find a cure,
I pray they find it soon,
Cause I cannot afford
To say goodbye to you
I hid out for days
In fear of the news,
The doctors bow their heads and say:
"There's nothing more that we can do,
You see the cancer, it has taken her bones,
We'll just have to wait and see,
It's beyond our control."
The treatments are stretching
Scarce and thin,
While your body is losing the battle
Being fought beneath your skin,
An army of white blood cells
Collectively admits defeat,
Rows and rows in their starch white sheets.
If I could, I swear I would,
Take your place, though I know you'd never have it
Never have it that way.
Our bodies are scarred with a trace
Of all that has been done,
Yet somehow, hope remains
Then every holiday
It's just the same routine of:
"take it all in, take it all in
This could be our last time as a family."
Through the bitter months
Our skin grows numb
You're left lying awake