jpaulgorman

Those boys sounded just like Merle Haggard. Eat with your fingers if you have to. Two two one or one two three for a waltz. Told the story of Mustang Sally. That don't look well done to me. Look at all the blood on the plate. Back roads on the way home, lost them on Custer. Not many more left around. A few by the prison and behind the gardens. Nowhere left to get lost. Full street of cars to see the navyman off. To float on the oceans of this world. He'll grow up, hope he becomes a man. The singing starts in fifteen minutes. The Lord lifted high. The ladies are rushing around and smelling good. The clock! The clock! Gotta make better decisions in this world. Or you will pay the price.

to move, to create new moments to go, to plow different fields cry with the net man... fly with the net man... to stop, an action as well to linger, a bit too long try with the net man... die with the net man... to ask, to respect your response to glow, like the moonbeam faces

She indicated all my errors with the red pen. Massive amounts of red ink reminded me of a war. The bleeding vowels, the unknown nouns, the exclamation sword. When the questioners came at the end...'what has happened here?' 'huh?' asked the ignorant girl, and continued, 'you say you got some beer?' 'it's not cold but we could put it on ice', i told her with complete confidence 'you drink ice in yer beer?,' she stayed curious, 'is it any good?' 'depends on the beer', i replied as i took a long drink of my english ale.

pure influencers are utterly unconcerned about politics

so many days we laughed and rambled so many times we were lost we walked the night and burned the candles never once considered the cost seen colors you can't imagine been so many places i forgot your love is lasting and lasting yes, i been seeing in the dark without you i know that i'm stronger thinking bout doing without girl i would live this life much longer absolutely no doubt when you wake me in the morning when you feel my beating heart know that my soul is still a stormin' yes, i been seeing in the dark cem amg cem amdg

There must be thousands of fish in this water. Twenty four million hats. I'm not really sure if we are supposed to be here. Seems like forever since the rightous man came. Correctly deciding we couldn't' save ourselves. Then the world was left to us. The wasters. The criminals. The selfish. The prideful. A few come and go through the years. Speaking the truth and crying out to the lost. They are hated. They are destroyed. Everybody wants truth. They say anyway. Hear that? That's truth coming home. A sweet singer.

What a strange place for a chandelier. Beach bums are a myth. Dolphins and pictures of girls in bikinis. The same annoying beat with every song. Lenny Kravitz was right about rock and roll. Dead it is. Finally some island music. Goes with the musty and salty air. The perfect photograph does exist. If only the rain would stop. Not tonight she said. Everything attached to a phone number. Robot voices on the other end of the line.

it was a hot day the pavement moved and the dogs dug holes the inside was cold bless those who work in the air conditioning industry gypsies talking bout revolution citys lame and asleep, the coastlines are aglow towns with numbered streets and dirty gas stations the east/west roads are travelled and travelled car loads of glowface robots knowledge is only taught here there is no more to know what a depressing prospect truth is, we make our own knowledge the old will hold on to their own knowledge the imposition is relentless no compelling at all well, take your knowledge and find a tremendously large coconut crack it open, without breaking it in two place your computer beeper into the coconut immersed in the coconut liquid bury it in a suburban landfill the most repectable method of waste control certainly better than trashing the holy oceans from there, we can know nothing what a joy that would be finding things out on our own learning from d...

          charting my way through the night was more challenging than one would think at 3:30 in the morning.  the youngest princess had called on a device and pleaded for us to come and rescue her from her own illness and the affections of a cat.  i understood.  we shared the same allergy tendencies and the combination of horses, cats, hay, and tall grass was too much to bear.  no doubt a late night was had by all.  posing and unoing and all the clothing.  these girls were grown up.  understanding of the need for nutrition and water was lacking however, and the little one was paying the price.  when the call came in, the glow filled the bedroom.  who would be calling at this hour?  was our baby alright?  she claimed she was ill and that she needed to come home from the sleepover party.  despite initial thoughts of frustration, I awoke, dressed, jumped in my car,...

on top of the world the money and the girls the ones with the pretty curls lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out used to be so fly didn't even have to try now he sits at home and cries lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out then he learned kung fu got rid of the blues started hanging with his crew lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out his girl got trapped in a jar the scene was so bizarre we tried wishing upon a star lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out then they picked up some mud it was lights out and his buds they sprung his one and only love lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out cfx2 cg cgcgcgc