jpaulgorman

The Mandalay babes were tucked in the dark luxurious room, beauty rest is at it's most powerful on Saturday mornings.  After a night of being somewhere else, after a night of long talks about things only sisters and mothers should talk about.  Combined, they know it all, everything there is to know. The controlled emotions of competition, finding the weak spots, climbing out of holes, gasping for calm, a faint vulgarity.  Caught up and hung around like a straggler, went deuce juice to get back in it.  Made my mark with the service shot, snapped and curving.  To have victory, to compete successfully, even barely.  It is the shit. Float the blue, let it carry you away.  Sad eyed woman turned happy eyed, regal posture, dignified and accomplished.  Portugal will need to score early.  The Uraguans will panic.  The cost of losing is practically a death of sorts.  Failure hasn't been considered, they have been told of their own greatn...

...the sturdy and nervous Germans were everywhere...surely the Sweeeeds felt their insistence...the rights of the European thugs...with their superiority complex... ...the Benz and the Beemer...master mechanics, evidently...my affinities, and loyalties, are with Japanese...this Mockingbird Station scene... ******************* ...to Trinity Hall...the flowing flags, the striking colors, the corridors...obstructed sight lines and standers...they used to make telephones near here... ...during the wars...that gal never missed a day...Nila, the great matriarch...walked over from Highland Park... ******************** ...across the North to South highway...penalties are killers...shoulda played it clean...the hooking kick to the far upper corner of the net and the crowd errupts... ...hugs and fives and bumps and wows...the 2 o'clock beers were wearing thin...some fish and chips...water does the trick... ******************** ...a delay to acclimate...the Texicans would h...

Like a skeleton or a frame, built upon. Decorated with colors and jewels and jazz. Notice existence, it is all around. Here to be discovered. Relationships form from curiosity. Maintained by considerations and love. And love is kind. And patient. And many other things, humble and gentle. Soft, without edges, smoothed over time. Until it becomes constant and eternal. From some cosmic place. Floats around between all of us, ready. The get down is our obsession. Quick pops that move and describe. Images of nirvana. Knowingly unattainable and unreal. The mind gets involved. Its rationality deciding or not deciding. The body can be tamed. Complications and woe are karmatical.

Let the exploiting begin. Fresh meat on the border. For the idiot winders. An orderly process. Enforcement can be ugly. The irresponsibility of it all. Flee, flee like the migrants. Those thieves run the place. Busting the seams. The shamelessness and hypocrisy. Those 80 million were separated. Violently, willingly, mercilessly. The rejected miracles. Literal creation. Ruined.

Take your rebel yell. Take it somewhere else. Go on a protest march. Like when they burned all their draft cards. Fighting over the news. Its a silly thing to do. They just pulling your chain. For the money, for the story, for the fame. At the end of the night. When the sun shows its light. Everything seems fair. Low clouds early, by noon they'll clear. Even if we pout about. If our love ends up in shouts. Our time is ticking away. The seconds, minutes, hours, and days. Yes, let the rebels yell. Just yell somewhere else. No more noise pollution. No more self righteous illusions.

gcd7g Red light's been on. Been on for years. Stop what you're doing. Do it more, my dear. Wanna go go. Wanna wanna go green. Need to ride a little while. Need to hit the sheets. dc gcx2 gdg Been sitting at this red light. Wasting my appetites. Watching lovers go by. Trying to stay dignified. At the yellow caution light. Try not to brake. Accelerate, move along. Avoid this static state. Like its never gonna change. Time just idling by. Stranded on this city street. Lord it just ain't right.

     The drift of the aged, unwilling to battle the currents anymore.  Go on along for the ride.  Float that water, stay alert.  Scream laughs maniacally.  Hollar.  Only the banks can save our lives.  The east bank is peaceful, a beach leading up to rolling hills.  Green and lush.  The west is full of tangles of vines and brush.  Right up to the water line.  Massively tall trees.  Dark, like a jungle.      Scavenger birds circled, knowing another's death was near.  The scavengers die too, eventually.  An ocean will be found.  Washed out with the mud.  Worn and weary, exhuasted and spent.  The afternoon is not full of romance, the best is yet to come.  The sweet evening, the mad night, then the dreams.  Daily, every hour.  The things done, never assured, never imagined.  Experienced is all.  Felt.      Turn the lights up.  Get the...

A second level ledger and utilization. Selling power for coin bits. The transactions always run. No inconvienience will be allowed. No time, no trust, no inflation. But, the stashers!  What of the stashers? All us mortals. The off blocks and off chains too. Decentralization of the decentralized. Each central to its own culture. None identical. Generations of evolution. To give up the bucks. No bills, no green, no bread. Completely fraudless and true. These are only the escavators. Demolition is underway. Next, the foundations, pipes, lines, terminals. Then, the framing is done. Measured and attached together. Ready for the skin and final touches. Make it all work under one roof. Give up controls and manipulations. Powerless. Absolute scarcity. If we solve for this 51%.

Mostly, we were quiet. No one could fully understand another. They could only imagine their emotions, they could only guess at their thoughts. Speculations of motivations. The sunken treasure is still there. For the taking, for the effort. Whatever it takes. Nobody is on standby. It is only us. We must determine our own fate. Wash out the washouts. They will never storm the beach again. D-Day is remembered tomorrow. Europe had to be taken back. And was. I like Ike.

Got two number twos. Now you know just what to do. Drain your brain. Let your mind do its thing. Always been smart. IQ seems off the charts. Nerves are normal, babe. Breath it out, let em fade. (Chorus) We just sat around. Sat waitin' for the testing to go down. We just sat around. Was early Saturday. Made sure we weren't late. Original photo ID. And a certified receipt. Guess the colleges wanna know. If you ready for the show. Got nothing to lose. With your two number two's. (Chorus) D C G DG CGx2 DCG