jpaulgorman

b'cause a time bomb went off over near the main street bank that vault's the fullest in the land money just falling from the sky people in heat grabbing at the cash stuffing their pockets then grabbing more looked up and saw the fuzz coming in a pack like a scene from mad max blue shirts and hardhats and billy clubs broke out some kung fu and held my own 'til they sucker punched me from behind should've seen the that joker coming breathing got out of whack for a moment only took a flash of vulnerability seven of them jumped on me and wailed just kicked and swung fists wildly knuckles were bloody and swollen hand bones and finger bones shattered took one guy out with a head butt another with an elbow to the nose finally they took me in to the pokey midnight cops on a shift change booked me for resisting and profanity and that's why i'm here.

g faster, faster, faster d keep that engine running c cut it off now g                 and you'll be stuck am                       g in the southern canyon. master, master, master never did think not in a million years that we'd be apart for the final showdown. laster, laster, laster time consummed and time awaits accompanied always by her captured soul. plaster, plaster, plaster sculpters and painters unrecognized abstracts and self portraits of the mad and lost.

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that sidewalk was a slippery mother girl in a plaid dress just sliding by the thoughts going through her mind could explain alot. clods and bulldozers clogging the road nothing's gonna get through tonight not with the wind kicking up like it is think i'll slide to the inside lane. gas tank on about a quarter to a half should be fine if i can run the heater got public music and a bucket seat souless road and ice. emamgd3 em

those damn brits with their taxes and insults. "yes, we can't even get the good tea." (they talked in their everyday brit accents. these were the days before the american revolution) that soldier over there took a likein' to lady mirabella. "bloody rascal! wish i could get him alone without that gun and bayonet. i'd pull out his damn rib and show it to him as i cracked his knees" who's he protecting us from anyway? who are the redcoats protecting us from? hmmm, brother, i don't know. "heard yesterday one of the bastards killed my native buddy. seen him last during wintertime, but didn't figure it would be the last time we danced around the fire and painted our faces." what happened? "don't really know. there's some confusion over the paperwork." always the paperwork. "well anyway, you coming to that meeting tonight?" well uh hmm, the minutemen gonna have to meet without me. i ain't big on m...

the most tremendous eating tools ever created fingers and thumbs a peace sign and an okydoke fingers and thumbs tapping out the words and phrases and spaces fingers and thumbs trembling while finding all the hiding places fingers and thumbs

poll numbers up and the makeup applied remember the three points remember to smile drink some water a few times show a sense of humor thank the crowd tell the truth an actual new idea it's the gold everyone's afraid of the gold all fixed in the vaults live and let live to the foreigners come and visit sometime visit them american parks thanks to teddy roosevelt again, thank the crowd

     whoever wrote that hearts can break while a person is alive would likely be classified as an unfortunate soul and bad estimator of the permanent need in every person to have a working heart full of aortas and ventricles and blue and red veins like we saw in the textbooks we put book covers on probably to hide the publishing company's name which could cause a stir in any household paying attention to the knowledge being thrust into the minds of the sweet children who will one day determine the conditions of your last days undoubtedly assuring you all the while that best interests we're being considered due to the love in their hearts and all the time you wanting only the love in their souls which is divine and everlasting as the heart is mortal and doomed to a satin-lined casket or the heart could serve two souls as a transplant if some especially fortnuate person perhaps in a car wreck down on the freeway involving only one car that hit a concrete wall in the co...

albequerque is the brownest town in america so said this dude i talked to once he worked there for six months before another transfer i can only remember the airport gin rummy and cancellations took a six seater to durango at one a.m. songs of glory and quick drops in altitude i can't really say if albequerque is the brownest town in america santa fe ain't brown, and i spent plenty of time there wandered the new mexican rockies as a younger man never been to the caverns and never seen the aliens i like brown.

c                          g steering the plow, dirt and worms f                             c sun blistering, brow of sweat g                            f swarms of flies, swatted by the tail c                            g day took it's blood, the night's a' coming f                     g          ...

tempeted just to walk out the door and keep walking 'til i get to the highlands. along the way greeting the lonley and desperate with a traveler's perspective. i've seen the great lights of the city, i've smelt the trash and balanced on street curbs. everybody thinks they're connected in their isolated minds. only a few intellectuals around, understanding the obscene comedy of manipulation. yes, it makes you wanna walk. walk to the corner store in a small town. it's insignificance to the connected pleasant and unguarding. the intense worlds that walk through the store, gathering lighters, and pens, and floss, and macaroni, and a paint chipper. eggs and tire chains out of stock. thought the cashier was gonna quit, but she walked out front and took a smoke. came back in a state of euphoria, laughing at the jokes of toothless men and giving eyes to the young and raging. walked to the next town and same damn thing. there is no such thing as boring. you may be bored ...