jpaulgorman

Someone find a heart. Put it on ice, make sure it still beats. Send it overnight. Accross the oceans, above the peaks. Send it right to me. Somehow make it fit, modify if needed. Push the blood through. Pull it back, clean it up nice and pure. So it flows bright red.

**birthday coming up for your honey. She's a young looking sweetie, never know what to get her.  She says she has everything she wants.  I'm soaking some lima beans,  gonna cook em low all night.  Eat em after church with some cornbread.  Reminds me to get some slab bacon this morning.  She loves lima beans. **her birthday's next week? Yep, we give the birthday its full respect in my family, celebrating the days before and after.  My daughters and wife treat me like a king when my week comes.  Usually, they get me a 6-pack of Franconia Dunkel and a trip to the foot massage place. **everybody nice to each other. In a sense, yes.  Our love for each other rages, in all ways.  The emotional extremes are moderated over time, forgiveness is required.  The traits are raw with the young.  Which adds spirit and woe alike.  The brain does learn from this.  Intellect is built over time.  Even forgetting in the ol...

You can make a name for anything. Call it green or verde. Regardless of what is real. *Talk is all. The obvious can be overlooked. And everything goes with it. Stand in line. We are what we say. Proven examples of sincerity. It has been declared. *We are. But only in our tricked minds. Only to a point. The ability to convince ourselves. And celebrate our boldness. That's life. It's not personal. But we should make it personal. *The boogieman boogies like a fake. Like instructions from a boogieman book. Plastic and static. Authentic as a robot. Smiling and malfunctioning. And blaming things on others. Getting to the bottom. *And slithering.

So we get Fareed's take. Oh, thankfully. No reality, only judgment, only smugness. Stroke the protest, it was the Don's fault. The Polish have been done dirty again. The effect, completely fatal to the world. Sebastian Junger has the thoughts. We are a tribe. NaNeeNaNeeBooBoo ain't helpful. Entire network strategies built upon it. Central to party tactics. The future is much more important. We have been entertained enough. Fame is not natural. It causes isolation. Which is not our natural way of being. The reporters are afflicted with artificial turbulence disease. Perhaps it's the deadlines, or the intellectual peer pressure. True geniuses are conformists, evidently. All you writers in the lands keep writing. About the reality of love, suffering, and love again. Document the scene, give it your take. Fareed looks nervous. The words get out.

The stars were avoided, regrets, regrets. Too consumed, too preoccupied. These ruts, these guts, these routines. Just a hobo man. No need for a Benz, been hitching rides. Hitched to San Francisco, took a week. Found mud, found blood, found smoke. Like a hobo man. Eggs over medium well, with butter. Side of thick bacon, coffee, and toast. Delicious sweet rolls and kiwi fruit. Fill up a hobo man. Mostly walking, from town to town. Take showers at the the local Y. National parks and national sounds. Just a hobo man. Capo4 EA DE ED-D7 ADE

'All Waylon' by Mayor I always loved Waylon.  Grew up in Lubbock.  We were all Waylon, saw him when I was kid.  Be good to have another mix.  Used to go to the Littlefield picnics.  Maines brothers and others.  Saw Willie that one year.  92 maybe.  Could probably do without that same mix.  'Leftover Pancakes'  by Tone Capone Gonna get out of here so you can clean, feel like I'm in your way.  Waylon, he's alright.  Y'all need to get away from the Red Dirt stuff.  Went a bit to far.  Oh, you can have the these leftover pancakes.  Surprised Okra changed his tire by himself.  'Dirk Moment' by Okra. Hey, hey, hey.  Hey, hey.  Thinking of incorporating some Waylon into my Phillipino choir.  The rumor is that Romo is the backup, if he's needed.  Effing Romo.  I believed.  My family all had jerseys.  We'd come walking in.  Thought he w...

'Lone Stars And Dome Cars' by jpg ...lone stars and dome cars. ...future was always so far. ...no longer, not anymore. ...nothing can be ignored. 'Digs Plato' by jpg gdcc dcgg Take ten breaths and set your minds. Shrug your shoulders and realize. Drink a cold drink with a twist of lime. Look at me honey, look me in the eyes. cgdc g (Chourus) Never know what to do, when there's nothing better to do.  Bound to make a bad mistake, bored to death of this same ole place. Find a woman that thinks the same. Make her happy, make her golden tan. Someone that wants a lonely man. Way she moves you know she understands. (Chorus) Asks questions about love and soul. Reads Aristotle, really digs Plato. What's she's thinking is hard to know. She's open to it, her mind ain't closed. (Chorus) 'Down To The Knuckles' by jpg Ven...

'Washer Glory (California Cruiser)' by jpg ...never know what to do when there's nothing to do.  Sandtraps and rocks overcome.  Trail worries and urgent pedals, standing on the odysees and pushing my weight forward.  The California cruiser took it all.  Blues is blues.  Washer glory.  Quick and deadly, feeling it from the shower and nap.  Never had to platoon, boys, count your blessings.  Heroic acts required for the survival of many.  Fighting for each other.  Drinking and smoking the days away.  Pickled squash is tasty.  Waylon getting back to California.  Lucille picked a fine damn time to leave, she left us hungry with no harvest to reap.  Stay away from Connecticut girls, just scoundrels and dames.  We'll teach you to fly... Pecan praline sipping drink, bacon wrapped filets, smoked, large baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, and cheese.  Course pepper and salt.  An onion and mushro...

'Outlaw Bit' by jpg ...because the dogs own the middle days of the West Texas summer.  Finding shade and looking cool.  Our bodies shut down, our motivations become baked, our minds think wildly... ...Waylon sang about conflict.  Literal and figurative.  A combination of stubbornness, stupidity, and vocal uniqueness...with a good band and Fender Tele sound... ...never had a bad meal at New mavericks.  Been awhile since I rode.  Miles flashed by....towns went ignored...Waylon blared. ........The outlaw bit getting out of hand...Amanda lighting up life...T for Texas, t for Tennessee...he'd do one of Hanks now and then, but Hank never did them that way.  Evidently. 'Bag Of Ice' by Tone Capone Can you please grab a bag of ice? 'Merely Necessary' by jpg ...the road is not mysterious, it is not liberation or freedom...the road is merely nesseccery... '22 Pilots' by One Fine Gringo I want to start a band called 22 pilots. We would be ...

'Backbones And Graffiti' by jpg So provocative, so provoking.  The feelings of others are important Mayor.  They are the silent ones.  They are the unheard.  They create backbones and graffiti.  They awake with coffee and squats.  They are inked and holy.  Their women love them over and over.  And over. 'Waterboy' by Okra My kids have found waterboy on Netflix......I'm raising 3 geniuses....Silver haze over the sky......on vacation and thankful for the day.......ttop got his own song.......he probably thinks of me as his best friend......fing honor. 'Women's Tennis Final' by Tone Capone I was hoping to see some cowboy on the lazy boy watching the women's tennis finals. 'Godzilla Marathon' by The Mayor Which day? I found the best coffee in the world. Where are y'all?  Damn. Godzilla marathon was the bomb. He is already two sheets. 'Birth Certificate' by Wiki The name on his birth certificate was Way...

Not too high. Not too low. Almost funny, really. Both think the same. For the same reasons. For as long as the other. Nerves been got on. Sicknesses been made. Time is not on my side. The evidence is clear. Almost absurd. Sell it all and check out. The ash of our lives. Containment is hard. Resentment is real. Overcomers must forgive. It's the only rational way. No laughs tonight. No giggles or prayers. Icy blades.

     The stars began moving around on the flag.  The stripes separated and formed random shapes.  Then the colors began changing.  Blue turned green, red turned yellow, white became black.  Suddenly, the stars formed a circle and began spinning around.  Slowely at first, then faster and faster til the stars were moving so fast they became invisible.  To the naked eye, an optical illusion of sorts.  This went on and on over a backdrop of green, yellow, and black.  Then, in an instant, the spinning stars stopped.  The defined lines of one star appeared from the fifty.  Massive and white.  Shining and glowing.  Neon.  Nations, they rise and fall.  Only one flag remains.  One light.

Shhhhh. Say it again and again.  In all ways and accents. New Yawker Texican Hey Dude Uppity English Harsh German Rough Aussie Real African The Eskimos Land Of Lakes Speak

Laugh. Wake me when it's over. Truth. Is rare. Is elusive. Is humbling. Is real. Is brave. Is daring. Is hard. Is avoided. Is true. Bleed like Jesus, beads of blood dripping down your face. Love like Jesus, uninhibited and pure. Die like Jesus, to live again forever. Go. Trashy ain't cool. Chuck Berry was better than Elvis. Turnip greens are essential. *These roads, always under repair. *Potholes filled with gravel and tar. *Patted down to even out the street. *The hitchhikers complain of the smell. *Like any consideration is given to them. *Those without cars or trucks are last. *Last to arrive and last to leave. 30,000 days. 30,000 nights. If you live a long life. Cry.