jpaulgorman

Pills left me wrecked and confused. Got a case of withdrawls. The cost of curing the pain and ache. A joyous ride. Stabilizers and sanitizers are needed. Call up the band. Play poppy mellow songs. Take it easy. Keep the stress level on level. The brain with catch up. Health and all it requires. Just to be sabotaged anyway. Skeletons on the path. Word up, that's not who you are. Like the capsule of a pill. The goodies are on the inside. Released to neurons and other atoms. Flown by blood to take on the offenders. Delivered. To the very last nerve.

Well, we ain't talking for two weeks. Blocked that number, I'm going under. For two whole weeks. Well, I was done wrong, now I see. Don't deserve my love, don't get my crush. Now I fucking see. Well, all they did was take and take. Used all my time, all I got was lies. Take, take, take. Well, can't live wishing upon a star. Too much to find, using my own mind. Wishing upon a star. Well, gonna make the most of it. Get a little bit hazy, get a little bit lazy. Making the most of it. Well, we ain't talking for two weeks. Don't want no rebound, gonna dial it down. For two whole weeks. GCG FC GFC

EmDAmAmx3 EmAm The ghosts are gone now. No more car rides across the country. It's been years. They were on the pages. Impressionable, easily swayed to go. In that convertible '39 LaSalle. Fell in true love right away. Another starlight introduction is needed. Hit me like a bolt. Just a normal life with friends. Two year railroad trip to San Quentin. Smells of the house. The lady decides. Carolyn is the truest hero of On The Road. Allowing the madness. Two weeks of parties in Denver. Kicked off to California to work the rails. Fill up the money pot. Make a life. Fill it up with gasoline and cruise back. Work was seasonal at that time. Time for good times. North Beach days, full of eastern visitors. Direct from the mind. They had serious lives. Away from the fictional personalities. The tide of respectability. Then the prankster. Broken hearted and exiled to idolatry. Seeking the young soul.

E B7 A B7E All the writers went on vacation. They had nothing to write about. Politics is just too boring. Its something we can do without. Double crossers and baby fitters. Grease running through their veins. Coalitions and filibusters. Ain't nothing gonna change. The poets can finally take over. The writers have cleared the stage. Nostalgia's just regrets unknown. Time we all turned the page. AEx3 B7AE And ahead what we need is some guiding light, shining bright with a beam that goes a hundred miles, further than can be seen, we're gonna be alright, gonna be alright, gonna be alright.  Gonna be just fine. B7A B7E Colors. Forms. Mixes. Shapes. Wonder. Air. Senses. Mood. Believe what you want, what helps get you through the night, as we spin, suspended, into another space, to another time, where good is better than bad, where kind is better than mean, where irony drips its drops, where laughter echoes. EA Where laughter echoe

Literal is enough. Give it straight. Information only. The kind that is. Keep the speculation away. Chunk it to the sea. The water will decide. Direct inspirations. That compel. Discovered in the Orient. Testing has begun. Total connection of minds. Hearts can wait. Their beats are numbered anyway. Spain ain't all what it's cracked up to be. When you're poor. And on the run. Working the bullfights. For dinner and some change. The prodigals do return. Welcomed back. Consequences, the slate is clean. Abundance, the plate is full.

Endurance and thumping, and cracking up. Body aches got me on my knees. Awake, you can relate, so you know. This ain't no time to sleep. We'll wait for dinner, there's no rush. Careful with the brain freeze. Give your nerves a bit of time to rest. Try to find some peace. And there's glasses and decorations. There's a done up tree. Then there's glances and adorations. A toast to the brave and the free. But crowns don't last too long. We all bound to get it wrong. Lets all break out in song. Singing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oooh. Money's just something else to burn. Better burn it slow. Got nothing to do with what I learned. In New York, at a punk rock show. EAE AE DA EAE AEx3 DAE

From the back parking lot, and a walk up. Ensure the name tags are right. Make it great. All we need is a vodka tonic. It is a fine cut of beef. Even the vegans think so. Be seen at the club. Huge, solid pillars, castle-like. Wide doorways and all the particulars. Many arrivals, many grand evenings. The valet operation. In control and occupied. The fireplace is heating up this room. Especially with the doors closed. Skyline view. Urban neon of Dallas. Delicious. Pecans are true friends. Technicalities and graphic designs. Down with the dress down. An hour in make-up. Superwoman in a chaotic scene. This must be practiced. Compound fractures and head wounds. A public service. Our hostess. Everybody loves to win a raffle. Talk amongst yourselves. The season has begun. If we can clear the ladies powder room.

The slease don't go easy. Desperately, it oozes. Into the wastelands.

Beyond their imaginations. It is not a natural act. Unleash the genius, reap the harvest. A place we want to go. Society participation. Invisible collaborations, undocumented. This single burst of insight does not exist. Insight is developed, shaped, refined. Can't avoid the work, the toil. This is a high concept, elevated. We dig like the tomb raiders. Getting to the bottom, then working up. Sparks will fly. Through the white space, through the fog. Call up the entire creative class. Scientists, technologists, architects. Professors and artists. They operate in the same atmosphere. Do away with the middle, carve it out. Be an opposable mind. The loyal are the real talented. Surprises are all around. We are on a speeding train, speeding fast. Listen to the soft voices too. This uncomfortable setting is fine. For awhile. Like a bowl of spaghetti. Or a jazz ensemble, or a doubles team. They all make music in some way. Keep it above the waterline. Don

Ya know death does not agree with me. Like lying in the sun. But sometimes I like thinking about it. Just for a little fun. Get your financial affairs in order first. All your papers too. Slowly tell folks of your terminal fate. But only tell a few. Then reality hits like a train of bricks. Withering on the floor. Gonna miss all the things your gonna miss. They're gonna miss you more. Matrimonies, parties, babies, and talks. Reading and writing words. Holding hands and playing in bands. This is for the birds. Pain don't make much difference to me. Got pills for that, ya know. Really gonna miss all my lifelong friends. Some I'm just gettin' to know. But the doctor said all I needed was meds. Give it bout 4 weeks. Hurts like a mother, feels like no other. But still on my feet. Felt I was a goner, wouldn't live no longer. For an entire day. In a total haze, nostalgic and crazed. Took some time to pray. Nerves and worry, we can do wit

And all I wanna do is play, yeah. All I got to to is play, yeah yeah. All I'm gonna do is play the blues. All we have to do is understand. This ain't about holding hands. All we gonna do is play the blues. Its all coming from the inside out. You know their coming ain't no doubt. Nothing left to do but play the blues. Wonder why the devil coming down on me. Ain't no preacher trying to lead. All I been doing is playing the blues. Guess I'll look it up in the pages of the word. Read what it says about faith and love. Then we'll get back to playing the blues. And all I wanna do is play, yeah. All I got to to is play, yeah yeah. All I'm gonna do is play the blues. EAEx2 ADEx2

Call up the Docs, Doc. A domestication of our dispositions. Intentional characteristics. Special breeds. Calmer in thought, loyalty ingrained. Easily tamed. It's in the genes! Physical, intellectual, emotional. Just good old fashioned DNA. All the strands in these lands. And, if we know. We can, and should, manipulate. Before it's too late. And the pit bulls take over the land. Figuratively, of course. Run the future models quick. Predict with statistical methods. 70% certain, open the curtain. All environments cannot be controlled. Hope will always be relevant. One day or night we will invent new traits. The best ever invented. Like the Moon said to Venus. As they floated and spun. Completely selfless. Kind hearted. Living currently. Without past regrets or future worries. Anxiousness will cease to exist, in fact. Listening in and contemplation. Understanding others. Loving. Darwinism is all, survival of the best.

No thanks on the new deal. Got our own answers for the questionnaire. Moving forward, cylinderlike. Grabbing the best for the ride forward. Leaving the rest behind. The core of love. There is uncertainty always, and doubts. Priorities seem somewhere else. Absorbed in self interest and pragmatism. Too smart for the sacrifice. Much too important for the risk. Built on sand, shifty. Don't wast another minute fussing. Call out to the light. Disenchanted with the cages. Had it with the forbidden. Nothing scares me, there is so much to gain. Music is in the pipes, all the notes.

The middle is the easy float. Predators are too lazy for that. All fat, all happy. No time for a swim. Just let the currents push and pull. They waver and wander too. Building up and coming down. Avoid the crash landing. Whipped up by the storms. Sucked in by the earthquakes. So much for peace. That was abandoned long ago. Noise pollution is real. And the wire is bought and paid for. Whatever it needs to say. Pass along the cash, pay it out in coins. Lines on the bottom don't care. The golden egg was chipped up anyway. Geese are mean, ugly animals. But they are loyal. EmEmAmEmx3 EmGAmEm

A new mental model.   Venezuela and its collapse. Squandered the wealth.   Creating a crypto revolt. Cash is the joker, cards are king.   Petro is a sham. The legacy of Hugo.   Social gangster, enduring eternal pain. Extortion of the miners.   Thuggery. This is official.   MIT is the epicenter. Watch your wallet, google is involved. Search, it all checks out. Speculation is all it is, for now.   Lightening network nodes are the future.

What is best for all, the dilemma, to truly sacrifice, to really trust.  It must be left better than if it was just left afloat.  Directed, encouraged, optimistically and , eloquently.  Genuine, without the unspeakable or taboo.  Set, evaluate, reward.  Over and over, both collectively and individually.  Blame the mirror, credit the window.  Recruit the players, continuously hone the strategies, and make it all payoff for all.  They did it.  Select wisely,  prune the dumb, selfish, and cynical. Confucius say:  we are dealers in hope. Always idling, they burn within.  No poking or proding, no stoking required.  We work within the intangible realm, leading by example.  Being ourselves, listening, letting them up easy. I say:  mercy me, mercy me, integrity is free. This is real right here.  We all see it clearly, the practice we put in, the effort, the words.  Read and written and talked and heard and considered.  Dynamic variables.  The communications are compelling, declaration

Like an apple pie. Carefully constructed. A solid crust. All the way up the sides. And over the top. Buttery, delicious, crunchy. It must hold the filling. The goodness within. Tasty, sweet fruit. Simmered and sugared. Why the pie is. Baked perfectly, to perfection. Cooled a bit. Announced alive and well. Set aside some whipped up cream. Near a coffee pot. Break out the china. But don't break it. The silver silverware. Everyone on their best behavior. Pride. Sharpest knife in the drawer. Cut just right. Piece by piece, each scrumptious. Gone, the slices of attractions. Eaten, the meetings of minds. Tasted, the delights. Anticipation no longer. Keep it around. It'll last for days. Preserved in tin foil.

The walking type. Ongoing and measured. Careful discussions. Transparent emotions. To give up too much is too much. We deserve primary treatment. Nothing being more important. To know and remember. Gypsys are never bored. They are the French Creole among us. When the oysters hit just right. And the pearls are found. Strung together, all in tune. Get ready for the chaos. It always arrives In caravans and wagon trains. Invading the west. Taking. After blessings have been discarded. Tossed aside. History has turned again. The karma involved. In the name of others. Justified by unforgivness. Ahead, more important discoveries. All we have to do is try. These things will occur, beyond dreams. Science non-fiction. People cured, happiness, comfort. Body, mind, and souls.

"You take that table over there.  No soul, no empathy.  It don't know you.  It don't know nothing!" "Ramble on my green-eyed son.  Feel the world worry and stress, understand why.  Reject all of it, create." "Plan for happiness, plan for fun.  But, leave everything unnailed.  Proximity will take over, theoretically." "Starve out the gluttony, eat at 2.  Taste each bite, mix it up on the fork.  Pass on the bread, it only takes up space." "The leftovers.  They bicker.  Snapping, shouting, directing, pointing.  Along those lines, avoidance." "Commonality of the mind and life.  Hope for better, action for improvement.  Cynics, walk away with your nostalgia." "Gratitude attitudes, we deserve nothing.  Either by accident or determined by another, we all populate together."

The immortals were all crying. No aging, but they could still be killed. It made them weak. Avoidance of danger, lack of courage. You only live once, until you never die. Boredom became an epidemic. Its destructive side effects. Recklessness, blues, grudges, poor choices. Unspiritual, becoming king and queen like. No compassion, they took shallow pity. Here's another cake. Other generations died off, one by one. The Boomers and their entitled politics. GenXers and their bird to to world. Millennials, screwed again. The Glowfacers were the charmed. Young enough to get the glowjuice. As the immortal medicine was called. They could live forever. Rather, they could age forever. Perpetual power, hoarded by the strong. Most immortals were weak. They were selfish. Eventually, the glowjuice was banned. The immortals in power stayed in power. Forever lonely. Forever hated. Forever bored. Like being locked in a train station. Stuck at an airport. Love is irre

1.  Estimates Of Arrival Blasting south to Kingman, Arizona at 95 MPH, following a State Trooper, we felt unstoppable.  After waking early and packing, the valet brought out our car at 7:30 am.  Although we would lose two hours to Pacific time and Mountain time, it was worth it.  On the way over, the time gains made the hour long wait to see the Hoover Dam a wash and allowed an extra hour of walking Santa Fe like hobos.  Still, it was early, and we felt the radical idea of driving all the way home in one long drive was alive.  It was not practical, but perhaps it was possible.  The ride through the main Vegas strip didn't help the early departure, but again, it was worth it.  The decadence, the famous places, the tragic.  The Grand Canyon of Gambling and so much more.  We felt good about our choice to stay in the Fremont district 8 miles away, but we were glad to see 'The Strip", as its known.  Kingman was close.  From there, we would begin east.  My daughter had a rap

Blurry for sure, but clear. Clearly understood. The future of our time. Of whatever we have left. Known by nobody, no one at all. My head, my knowledge, my expression. A reflection of my own making. The detail involved. Considered responses, hesitations. Intellect rejects emotions. Factors of unpredictability. The house wins in the end. Odds are reckless. But they must be played.

Blasting south to Kingman, Arizona at 95 mph, following a State Trooper, we felt unstoppable.  After waking early and packing, the valet brought out our car at 7:30 am.  Although we would lose two hours to Pacific time and Mountain time, it was worth it.  On the way up the time gains made the hour long wait to see the Hoover Dam a wash and allowed for an extra hour of walking Santa Fe like hobos.  Still, it was early, and we felt the radical idea of driving all the way home in one long drive was alive.  It was not practical, but perhaps it was possible.  The ride through the main Vegas strip didn't help the early departure, but again, it was worth it.  The decadence, the famous places, the tragic.  The Grand Canyon of Gambling and so much more.  We felt good about our choice to stay in the Fremont district 8 miles away, but we were glad to see 'The Strip", as its known.  Kingman was close.  From there, we would begin east.  My daughter had a rap concert to attend in Dalla

My daughter was bushed.  She slept in the luxurious Golden Nugget bed like I remembered her sleeping years ago.  Peaceful and happy.  Slipped out at at 7am for coffee and wandering.  Left the shades shut, the room dark.  She dreamed. Las Vegas in the early morning, when the daylight hits it.  Gamblers already gambling, some still gambling from the night before.  The depressing and annoying casino floor still smelled like cigarettes, the slothead faces were the same.  Workers already working the streets.  Everyone was up.  Dancers, even.  The palm leaf flower maker was still busy, his companion sitting on one bucket with face down on another bucket, sleeping.  The spray painter was painting.  Surely the fumes must have some effect.  He seemed calm, focused.  Clear-eyed, picking up cans and flipping them around like a black belt in something.  Eastern.  One painting was a wolf, howling in a dark blue, snowy, mountain scene.  It had stars in the black night.  One was shooting.  ATMs we

The relatively short drive from the Grand Canyon to Las Vegas is very geological.  The topography maps must be wild.  No trees cover the land, only sparse brush.  The interstate moves smoothly, towns are seen from far away.  The quick exit to visit the the Hoover Dam turned into an hour long wait in our car to pass through a security checkpoint.  One at a time, featuring two aloof security officers demanding open windows and assessing the risk based on visual clues.  I kept my suggestion to improve the pace of the mile long line by opening additional checkpoints to myself once we finally arrived at the interrogation point.  Pointless.  We were judged to be good to go, unlikely to destroy the iconic and important structure.  "Only suitcases", one said to the other.  I had stashed my buck knife in the console.  Suckers! The hour gained as we crossed into the Pacific Time Zone was lost.  The Dam was fine.  We sped on to Vegas.  The importance of electrical wires is magnified

The trip from Tusayan to the Grand Canyon was short.  Our Sunday visit was highly anticipated and our imaginations ran wild as we bundled up for a cool day.  Cool weather, cool views, everything was cool.  Tusayan seemed like a tourist town without the trashiness, full of locals that seemed genuinely happy we were there.  From the folks at the 7 Mile Motel to the barristas at RP's Stage Shop, we felt welcomed.  We got an early start and headed north for the final few miles.  We rolled up to the park entrance, $35 bucks in hand, well worth the per car entry fee.  The attendant greeted us, handing us a map and attractions card and said, "No fees today, have a fantastic visit."  Evidently, Veterans Day was free for all.  Another reason for thankfulness and gratitude to those who have served.  Thanks Vets!  We drove on. Queen was the agreed upon music for this scenic first.  The morning was bright, somehow the coolness making everything sparkle like new.  We decided to go

Hitchhiking is not dead in the west.  Several hitchers were seen on the wide open highways of New Mexico and Arizona, the familiar thumbs up as they walked along, headed to Califonia we figured.  We sped by all of them, primarily in the left lane of the interstate, where the pedal is put to the metal.  Surprisingly, two thumbs up to the vast majority of truckers out there in America.  The known ethic of letting speeders through the left lane is alive and well among them.  And we were speeders for sure. Turned up the tunes for the long drive to the Grand Canyon.  Cosmic Chimp, Bob Schneider, Miguel, and Supersuckers, among others.  Some Dude Named Amos' version  of Jive Talkin' was a highlight, the wails at the end shook the car.  New Mexican town after New Mexican town, til Arizona.  Along the way passing exits for The Meteor Crater, The Petrified Forest, and Winslow, Arizona.  Such fine sites to see, but we were headed to Flagstaff, no time for stopping, no time for standin

My daughter assured me when the gas gauge says zip, we still had 25 miles left in the tank.  I hoped she was right as we drove west to Roswell, NM from the Texas line.  No gas for 90 miles and the range indicator on her Toyota indicated 70 miles left.  We rode in on fumes, gased up, and were about to begin the northern journey to Santa Fe when we saw the International UFO Muesem.  We stopped.  The town has embraced its notoriety, begun when a flying saucer crashed near the place in 1947.  As the story goes, a massive U.S. government cover-up cleaned up the debris field, including massive amounts of a "memory metal".  The mueseum is dedicated to the truth of the incident and does a complete job of making the case.  The alien in the flying saucer, along with all evidence, was taken to Area 51 in Nevada.  All witnesses were silenced, paid-off, or came up missing.  Perhaps, but it could have been a weather balloon.  Either way, stores and restaurants and even office buildings fe

The lobby of the Crystal Palace Motel in Brownfield, Texas was gleaming.  White with antique chandeliers, gold painted accents, and mirrors lining every wall.  The place had the feel of a pop up carnival maze, reflections everywhere, to confuse or mislead.  The $65 dollar a night price tag seemed reasonable, especially considering our mid evening prospects for lodging were dimming, as it will in far far west Texas after the sun sets.  My daughter was game, just the kind of place we had envisioned, off the main road, old and tidy.  The nearby Holiday Inn Express was never even discussed.  That would've amounted to complete failure, especially on our first night.  We were of one mind. Earlier, as we concieved, we left the great suburbs of Collin County with adventure in our eyes, important destinations to arrive at, and a spirit of wander.  To Las Vegas and back via the Grand Canyon and beyond Hoover Dam.  The sprawl gradually lost its grasp on our minds the further west we drove.

Once we get to actions, motivations, and execution, the egosystem loses to the ecosystem.  There should be a higher purpose to aspire, consisting of objectives understood completely.  Gender is gender, proportion is of secondary concern.  Identify as presented.  Go for behaviors, crave habits, appreciate style, keep the place light hearted, keep the profits rolling, keep the lips smiling.  For years and years. These statistics are old, they reflect old values, old insights, old ways of thinking and acting.  The transition of generations is a shining light.  Old biases, based on superficial differences, fostered by ignorance.  Defended by the ignorant.  And the stupid.  And business is no place for stupid.  Stupid goes under. Superstars can shoot to the moon, or opt out, or fail, but maybe not.  Some type of stereo break out, the effort is most important, the product will eventually and inevitably eventualize.  Rethinking, overthinking, underthinking, do it all.  Sideways, xrays, p

EmAmDD7x3 CG Don't owe too many too much. Tried to give away all my trust. Probably never make enough. Got what I need. Think I need more time to think. Maybe drive to the canyon's brink. Seems to me the peace that I seek. Waiting for me. CG DCGx2 No original thoughts, no understanding anymore, this world seems lost, this world is spinning out the door.  Open your minds, create the future wild, make your minds shine, decide the modern styles. We all got down at the get down. At the get down we all lost our frowns. Jump up and down and round and round. Til we was dizzy. Lock your eyes with the eyes of their minds. Try to find what makes em nice and kind. Realize the things that makes em write. And makes em crazy.

Maps have been made, the destinations, the stops, the days, the loose plan of the motels only road trip.  Ground rules discussed.  No farting near each other, easy frequent stops, side roads, back roads, discussion topics, at least 1000 miles of driving for each of us, tolerance of occasional bouts of silence, music responsibilities, trash food inevitabilities, all chill, and the like.  Canyons, sites, places, spots, with a Vegas twist in the middle.  Motels only, must be in name of the stationary, the match boxes, the neon.  Motels, baby!  That's the way we rolling.  8 days, 2700 miles, 5 places to call home for the night: 1.  Texas Panhandle, check out Caprock and Palo Duro.  Away from Amarillo, away from Lubbock.  Those places have been seen, they are known.  Those places been forgot.  None of that.  One night. 2.  Sweet Santa Fe, in the mountains, the Rockies.  Oldest continuous civic area in America, or so its debated anyway.  Old, cultured, art destination.  Will hobo it

Channeling some literary need. For understanding and completeness. So that it is done. And recorded. And saved. An opponent with nothing to lose. Everything being already lost. The game is on. Regardless. For fun. Music seems like math initially. Then the soul gets involved somehow. And it goes flying. Like the air. Unlimited. Visionaries line up and declare. Begin with the end in mind always. Make it a trip to remember. Veer west. Go.