jpaulgorman

...in ruins. ...that ring of fire burns. ...hot coals. ...like a social distortion. ...so contrary. ...don't be such an ayyy. ...to react. ...square up and shout. ...only echoes. ...sense of some deja vu. ...we forgive. ...the crown of our family.

The ash will be ash. Back from where it was burnt. Smoldering remains. Only smoke is left. Waffling through the air waves. Disappearing above. Clear the mesquites. Stack the piles 100 yards apart. Spark the gasoline.

.love it soggy and soft. .green landing. .easy fairway with huge mounds on either side. .the bounces to the middle. .a high fade. .under the wind, below the tree line. .sipping drinks with ice. .stiffed it good once again. .had some juice on that shot. .the sand blast. .the long lagging leave. .a tap in. .another raffle win. .playing it safe. .imagination of my mind can imagine. .carefully set up. .exclusive and perpetual.

"The McKenzie Method" by jpg ...remembering the red mud days, alternately thinking of relevant details and noticing an incident in my lower spine.  Nothing the McKenzie Method can't cure.  The curve must be regained, the bubble needs to be deflated, been tricked into a golf game, gotta swing loose and true...what does 'fore' even mean? "Stevie The Grit" by jpg ...grits are delicious, with butter and pepper.  All americans will rediscover.  Stevie The Grit, fighting off threats in each round, minding his game, bringing his heat, keeping his cool.  Overcoming tricked up shots, an uptight brat, and a true brazilian mudder.  The emerging cramps of the final couple of games furiously rubbed out on a changeover by an Asian wizard.  Perhaps the most incredible massage ever caught on television.  This allowed Stevie The Grit a chance to win the title.  And he did.  His serve, groovy forehand, and improved mindset the reasons.  Thoma...

1.  Stevie Wonder Show 2.  Off To Laramie 3.  Melody Confusion 4.  Aftershocks 5.  Act Like A Rebel 6.  Conditioning Machines 7.  Blue As The Sea Of Cortez 8.  Chosen By The Voters 9.  Hippies On The Caprock 10.  Your Flame Still Burns

"Coach Glances" by jpg By the semis, the practice boy grab asses are gone, the showouts and gritless.  The ones that respectfully hate their opponents are left.  As a player, while playing especially, it is a trap to root for others.  Bellucci acknowledged no one as he arrived to practice for his quarterfinal match. Donaldson was hopping on his feet and staying positive after his tough 3 set loss to qualifier Maximo Gonzalez a day ealier.  He should learn from Thomaz Bellucci on how to act.  He don't care about up and comers and he dont care about old and tough.  Bellucci won his quaterfinal match, taking out Querrey.  Also, coach glances and reactions of any kind should be selected carefully. "Avoid" by jpg Brookstreet bbq.  D minus.  Cold pork.  Horrible sides.  Avoid... "TV Jones classic" by OneFineGringo I would like to welcome the newest who-ah to my who-ah house. My friend Spencer made it. He's good at stuff. Ive b...

The important people will sort it out. Let the free spirits bounce and wail. Hundreds of hours spent chattering. Just as the horns sound. By the light of the moon. Thinking nothing at all. Approval anxiety. Only time knows. Communications. Coward. Traiter. Denier.

"My Go-Along Instinct" by jpg ...consultations with former local houston insider...scribbled choice spots for Wed night reflections...market square...hearsay, a dinner place...okra, with some unique community partnership...bad news bar, sounds like bad news...warrens, the nightcap spot...confession: never understood what nightcap meant...last beer?  Final pour of wine?  Last shot of Jack?  Regardless, good to have some insight from a bonafide Houstonian...he seems a fine fellow, former bartender, current trading specialist...however, my go-along instinct is strong...with planning talent like TTop, the general insistence of CB, and the creativity of the ghost prince, my mind is doorless... "Fog" by CB Mile Marker 210 hitchhiker wearing a hospital gown. Don't pick him up. Fog in Angus, TX. "Drop" by TTop Always drop a drop. "Emotional Variance" by jpg ...the tradgedy of jared donaldson, so sure of his potential, unbelieving o...

"Tilted and Torn" by jpg ...this tennis giant, fresh from the mosh pit...an entire generation apart, a two decade head start...but the decline has begun for the elders, life's undeniable truth...the brain's the equilizer, but only for a time...the clay seems darker on the screen, burnt orange...memories of a pearl white pool table with similar colored felt...tilted and torn...genuine draft neon sign, miller's desperate brew...two of three favors the old, three of five favors the young... "Gritless" by jpg ...the old sturdy german proved too cool, the lanky american dragging his feet and giving up on shots by the end, content with a split set loss...haas, a former u.s. clay court champion, has seen his kind come and go...bend your knees man!  that's what its gonna take...tommy haas will never be too old to beat reilly olpelka...like many other promising yanks of late...gritless... "Elbow Fatalities" by jpg ...working on improvin...

...three dollar bloody mary's with huevo rancheros.  art everywhere.  flag painters and peace corps sculptors.  so foriegn for the creators to perform, as if it matters.  as if God Himself cared about feedback.  He digs His stuff too...

...in the aftermath of the storm, when relief was mixed with loss, after the sky's anger had gone, it was still noisey.  but peaceful sounds, not the crashing, thumping taunting of the pitch black clouds.  like dark itself, bumming everyone around... ...take the road near the park line, on over to the narrow bridge, the one that goes over wilson creek.  look out for snakes always and be watchful of others and everything.  observation is the key to learning, curiously paying attention and making notes... ...theories about conspiracies and more and more histories, cashing the checks of innocent sins.  dealing in the arts with the art of the deal, nothing to gain but the deal in my head.  float the boat gently over the water, the ripples will dance...