jpaulgorman

.a gathering of gatherers. .cutting in lines. .painted and powdered. .the envious kind. .a mob of mobsters. .robbing the banks. .greasy and bribed. .moneythirsty fangs. .a parting of partiers. .wasted on greed. .drunken and stoned. .got what they need. .a banding of bands. .sounding the same. .hollow and shallow. .lazy and vain.

It was breezy with heavy air as the players began arriving for the 2nd King Of The Court (KOtC). Keck, the tournament administrator and co-founder of the Isner Scoring Method, supplied blue duct tape to secure the brackets to the cardboard registration table. Sixteen players would battle for the title of King of The Court and a few more would become members of the Royal Court. As the players gathered around the scoring table, I reflected on the group and was proud of their commitment and eager to see them in action. The first round draws, established by the competition committee, had been set for weeks. In the Wimbledon draw, there was King James, winner of the first KOtC tournament and favorite once again, Russell Fires, and huge man from the northern woods, Keck, tournament administrator and slayer of USTA 4.0 sandbaggers, and Sergio Oporto, former ranked Bolivian player. The US Open Draw contained Mike Zhuang, with mysterious spin shots, The Todd, who lost in the final to King James...

a.e .before we get started. .let's pat ourselves on the back. .made it through some crazy days .we've been able to adapt. d7.ax2d7.e.a to adapt. .before we get started. .look up into the deep blue sky. .wonder what makes it blue. .the blue that I see in your eyes. .before we get started. .before most of this time is gone. .think about the ones before. .lift your prayers and sing your songs. .before we get started. .come and sit upon my knee. .find out what you really think. .find out what you believe. .before we get started. .let's give this love one more try. .shared too much through the years honey. .love you til the day I die.

...huge and massive explosions in deep space ...unexplained black holes forming in the ever expanding universe ...stars being extinguished by the millions and asteroids racing by ...meanwhile on earth, important matters being discussed ...this menu is 3 pages long...white gravy, brown gravy ...dr pepper refills ...holiday mix and body wash ...congo hide in the trees ...those cold nights in the late seventies ...betrayed and ruined ...orion glows on this night ...seen by the world but not noticed ...sequels are all we got ...ideas and thoughts are hypnotized ...line up for black Friday ...the modern day holiday

...ahhh, the islands. ...the ocean winds. ...ferocious and indiscriminate. ...those boat people know. ...they went to high ground. ...boarded up the bars. ...to live another day. ...until eternity begins.

.bent, like twisted steel. .busted, like a weary man. .bloody, on a china plate. .bread, the true body. .blaze, like the fire winds. .blame, belongs to you. .broke, like a locked up gear. .blondes, my favorite color. .brunettes, love them too. .bums, my true brothers. .bands, silence is music. .boats, to float the world.

.the truth of the matter is always the rub.like it can even be put into a recognizable language.communication break up.find it in orion's belt.place it on a paper plate.the genius of the spork.hell yes, you chicken lovers.save a breast for me.white meat scandal.spreading your wings.a leggy girl she is.buttery thighs.it is all finger licking good.fried is funner.we understand our limitations.we cause the sensitive to cry.the insultable are sad.

.helium and particle dust. .should've made myself clear. .those big spending days are over. .counting fives and tens. .suffering is real. .all around the world. .typhoons and body bags. .the smell of lucifer. .ruling his world with no mercy. .blind to the truth. .the pest angel. .pleasing himself and offering eternal death. .the original fool. .with a top 10 list. .in the dark. .cufflinks and smokes. .zz top in the background. .life is better with music. .the clinks and clanks and bends. .eliminator. .people rise up. .declare the obvious. .broadway broads are the best. .singing show tunes. .high stepping in a parade. .convincing and sharp. .walking everywhere like slammers. .conversing with the bums. .jealous of thier life. .complete love. .patient and kind. .giving and forgiving. .clearing the record clean.

.frozen soul. .captured forever. .thawing slow. .a mixed endeavor. .frozen soul. .the deepest freeze. .angels know. .our eternal needs. .frozen soul. .and chili sauce. .the kitchen closed. .can't feed the lost. .ice ice baby.ice ice baby.

c.f.g.fgc. .in the middle of the morning, .not needed til :15 to 3, .vodka laced with pepper, .makes the best bloody marys. f.c.f.cfc. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low. .the afternoon is bright, .november winds are cool, .a dunkel from franconia, .on a lonely old barstool. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low. .and just before the the darkness falls, .before the fall of night, .corkscrew's in the drawer, .the cork was really tight. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low.

.this well is deep. .the earth is active and hot. .too many chances missed. .too many lost souls. .the ripe are ready for a harvest. .pick that tree clean sister. .the orchard girls. .between the rows. .collecting the fruit. .the moment we knew we knew. .punctured heart. .the horns of the devil are sharp.

.like sheep to the checkout counter.like ants, dutiful for the queen.like pigs to the mud.like dogs with short memories.

.early arrival shrugged off.scowls and twisted faces.no expressions and forced civility.it is not easy.my heart bleeds.vast amounts of blood.the well is empty.the rationale reaction is ache.needs can be done without.but with a price.the toll is due.the body does live on.limps along.slithers along.hops along.to love and to be in love are different.love is static.being in love is dynamic.falling in love is easy.it is a one lane road.there is no shoulder.the road moves forward.

These rats. Political do-gooders with cash in the bank and paybacks. Kickbacks too. And trailers. Hustling folks and shaking trees. Wheeling and dealing. As it has always been when the masses are governed. Cynicism is easy, hope is hard. Illumination and transparency is required. These closed doors meetings have to stop. The brilliant and qualified are snakes, slithering to devour money. Because the love of money is strong. It will cloud all judgement and give false security. The devil is on the inside. We all have a battle in this war. We cannot win alone, or with money. The ghost, the ghost. But no attention is paid to the salvation voices, not asking for more. That is a seperate matter. Church and state kept apart. Forced apart, rather, by between the liners and sleezers. Speak your mind is all. Especially when asked. Be a person someone might ask. Don't be a rat. Banish disgust, anger, and grudges. Invoke patience, love, and forgiveness. Point to the ...

.the last drop just dropped. .the juice of the calm. .liquid silk and fine nurses. .water glass drinkers. .the stain of the red. .the ridicule of the white. .she blushes. .but the last drop just dropped. .this box of wine is gone. .all the diversions and schemes. .all the hope and laughter. .really listening. .and understanding. .responding with no commands. .responding with old words. .not your own. .ahh, we gotta another box. .ain't never gonna run outta box wine.

...twins with afros and identical dresses...a dallas cowboys cheerleader with a hairy stomach...an escaped convict...a colander hat with wires plugged in and hanging everywhere...a kitty cat and a nerd...masked and pink...fell out of love...found each other in a stormy life...decided to stay for rationale reasons...indiana jones is nothing but a wino...martin luther with a glowing face...swigging beers and singing...a weary mack...wigs everywhere...which means cattle driver...the political party from the early 1800s...send me the wench...skeleton hat...she was a crazy woman...its all in the hats...happily ever after...bless all the saints...