jpaulgorman

c                                                 f who knows if you get a buick or a bentley. c                                                 g who needs to know your point of view. f                            who cries to the moonlight, c who turns the lights out at night. g                ...

stepped on the st augustine cool it was on my bare feet planned a humdinger of a party stayed up late swaying to the rythyms haunted houses all shut down get a permit or walk around the lake like a cake without frosting don't want to see you cook my food scrubs and spas and leather chairs scents and sheens and darkened lamps two pitches shy in saint louis all the women make us smile again

     A provision to provide a needed balance in the initial population of Texico was evident from the start.  The solution led to the 'Gone To Texico' campaign.  As part of the agreement to combine the legal nation of Texas with the nation of Mexico, a four year timeline was laid out stipulating the manuevers, needed negotiations, compromises, and agreements to officially create the nation of Texico.  The Texico Papers, written by L. Dean Fitzgerald and published several years before, had clearly indicated that private land ownership was extremely important to the development of a truly great nation.  'Gone to Texico' was the marketing effort to influence americans, canadiens, africans, europeans, egyptians, indians, japanese, australians, vikings, chinese, cubans, or eskimos to buy land and move to Texas during the four year timeline, beginning in 2018.  Despite Washington's continuous legal interventions and delay tactic...

g it's a big bad d ole world. c time lapses mixed g with hues. just a color sometimes forgives. blondes do have more fun. outright definance can't believe the words. thirty seconds of no white lights. gasping for life because it's life. courageousness true courageousness scarce.

the heartless bastard. straining for his fix. letterhead designs. diamonds in plastic folders. looking into the headlights. dove of serenity. partly out of desire. also out of curiosity. spreading across the plains. come to roost in the women. as they protect their lands. i'm going if you're going.

only when politics were considered did it all go south expectations and stands living with only the mad became irrational people littered the floors dreams unrealized, like they always are. and should be. dissappointment follows followed by a forgetting the forgetting was the best part. expectations gone. back to the source of life understanding and learning not everyone has to be a teacher all the time as if it were even possible appreciation does have it's charms and people deserve the opportunity to be appreciative gratfulness in such short supply but expectations return and it begins again worry when there are no expectations never to be remembered choose your sleepless nights wisely they indicate some needed action the noises this time of morning! it's only sleep

admiring the screaming, yelling, and tight-fisted resolve. will be even more entertaining when the winter storms come. maybe we could set up a paint ball war on the plains of nebraska (about the middle of the country, seems like) between the tp and ows folks. i can see it now, everyone checking their smart phones for official surrender, hoping to hell it comes quick cause most have to get back to work (or be fired) cause they used up their sick days and vacation. a common complaint likely heard from both sides on the field of battle. "Ouch!, that paintball really stings. hey man, can't you see i've already been shot. i'm on base." maybe we could call in the Oxygen Channel to sponsor it and pick up the bill for production costs. a reality show. i love the singers, especially the guitar pickers, and the repeat speeches are cool. however, one piece of advice for the ows crowd, you should avoid making comparisons to the late 60's...just avoid it. in hindsight, ...

caught a clearance sale and bought two pair one with checks, one that flared made sure her sunglasses stayed on tight cleaned out her closet in the middle of the night he's a howlie, he don't know it a howlie, the locals know it she's a howlie, she's in heat tanning oil not far from her reach back bowl blake just got off the lift nose shining white and warm fingertips north face leanna with hair in a bun her miserable eyes protected from the sun he's a howlie, he don't know it a howlie, the locals know it she's a howlie, she's in heat started to howl at eleven thousand feet thirteen pockets for his walk in the woods rainproof boots help him walk like he should she's over there just a slapping at the bugs got no king size beds or persian rugs he's a howlie, he don't know it a howlie, the locals know it she's a howlie, she's in heat she screamed out loud down by the creek e a e aage

the clawing and burning make-believe world of our imaginations. drawing the boundries of everything we decide to hold close and dear. the ending finds us prepared to say 'so long' complete and happy. questions all answered with only history to determine worthiness. all the giants and monsters curling in corners and hiding their eyes. knowing full well the damage caused and the hearts ripped in two. for them comes judgement and the electrocutions and hangings. guilty as a beggarman with a rolex and two pairs of nunchucks. the righteous wail and moan for the lost souls of charming ignorance. amusement hounds and infinity seekers clamour and flee the law. cool winds calm the cabin and smells of pine and roasted porkchops rise. a particularly flavorful piece cut from the rack above the coals and ash.