jpaulgorman

Bravo, Bravo Max!  The Saturday night show in Dallas was blistering.  From sound check on.  The Foundry on Pittman.  Near Commerce Street, east of the Trinity.  Over the new bridge with winding cables and a big lone star flag on one side and old glory on the other.  Lucky to have each other, but Texas is the central jewel of America's crown.  More and more. Trying not to say anything negative, which makes for ineffective food criticism, and always has.  Will not comment on the chicken place next door to the venue.  Supposed to be famous and good, but mopey works nowhere.  The basics. The band was having drinks at The Foundry's bar when we arrived.  Matt The Bassist and I.  Having met a couple of times previously, felt fine going right up and thanking them in advance for the groovy smashing about to be delivered from the shaded, enclosed, breezy outdoor stage.  Recognizing me from a couple of Jack Kerowax shows, and aw...

There's a bubble somewhere. And it's waitin' to pop. Got some trouble declared. We'll all be shocked. Don't fall for this nonsense. Avoid the hooks. Don't know where this bubble is. Why even look? There's people won't eat today. Not protesting. Just no food around for awhile. No ingesting. The brunches are advertising. The weekend rush. Looks so very appetizing. Just too much. And your skin's real thin. Like a little baby. Sticks and stones ain't alone. Words can't hurt me. The microglowphone is open to all. Audio and video. Declare a truce or sing a song. Be a wacko. Em Am DD7 G

Let the waves decide. Hear what they say. Gonna let em weigh in. Then seal my fate. All afternoon. Every single night. In the morning too. Shivers delight. Just popping through. These living days. Til I ride the road. Up to heaven's gate. G C D CG

And once the delusions clear, really clear, through the range of emotions.  Decisions are made.  Or realizations are realized, finally.  A mechanism of practicality, sacrifice, and denial.  The drifting of affection, physical and intellectual.  Respect is hard to earn anymore.  Must say what you must say, but with discretion and good timing.  And never to fools.  There is no reason for it.  Observations only, the commentary can wait, added to the overall narrative, a story to tell another day.  To people that are strangers now.  The faces of the public are dazed, their minds are working to please themselves.  But there are still things to learn and know and experience.  The ride is not over.  Relations and alright nights.   

Funny writer was pissed off tonight. Adolf jokes and a celebration of abortion. Opinions amplified and unorganized. Reading of notes was confusing. Verbal punctuations, nerves, and guts. Chicken was savory, and more charming. All read to us before the answer session. Described as a political speech. It was most definately not that. More of a puking, a barfing, a vomiting. The audience was very attentive. Sympathetic of a horrible condition. To know someone is experiencing nausea. We've all been there to some degree. A side effect to offensive medical efforts. To be endured, worked out, recovered. You of privledge and entitlement listen up. A lecture you really need to hear. The storytelling can wait for now, spew. Non-Fiction of the illuminated kind. 1st Amendment is a favored Amendment. Among many favored. This was not fake and it was no joke. Funny, yes funny, in a peculiar way. Like being mooned or something. It was wise to close the bar.

Gold is overrated. We are in success mode. Mine to hold. Mine to sell. Mine to hedge. S curves don't lie. All the money in the world. Bonds? Proof of work utilization is near. Money illusions of 192 currencies. A crypto macro-cosmic reality. The allocation evolution.

The marina was open and active. Hookups and fill ups. Took a ride to the flag pole. Old glory whipping like a slapper. The restricted area was off limits. No trespassing or entry. Violators faced sure prosecution. The canyon was closed off. Lush greens were layered. Showers fluttered weakly. From the west. Busting from the edge of the clouds. Reached for a Bloody Mary. The Germans just keep coming. Got the Serena Blues. There are no gazing starlets. We have been ignored. The Joker, the Queen, and the drone. Our future is closer than ever. Closer than it's ever been.

...that west Texas rained on air. The kind that rarely produces rain... ...when it does it gushes down. With a galaxy explosion far away... ...the ground drinks it fast. The dust and dirt becomes mud... ...in the suburbs it flows smooth. The city planners did fine work... ...cement will divert the floods. Trails all up through there... ...everything connected in the end. La Cerveza del Pacifico on ice... ...limes cut big and juicy. Fought the truth of middle age... ...crossed my heart and made words. Shook the life out of my mind... ...made mistakes but nothing too bad. Know its always gonna be me and you... ...walking the beats of each other's tune.

At the 2018 Wimbledon Men's Quarters the bracket rings true.  All the hustle, all the troubles, all the smashes, all the clashes.  Left is Fed and Nadal, of course.  Easy like.  Fed will demolish the lanky South African Anderson on his way to the title.  Like mowing, his grass always smells cut.  Nadal gets washed out by Del Po, the red dirt still sweating out of his system.  Novak looks good, but stressed.  He plays Kei Nishikori, the Japanese serve return master coming back from injury.  Hungry, very hungry.    The token American is Isner.  He should be celebrated wildly, his career is the lone notable male American tennis career of an entire generation.  Many records, that serve, Miami.  He's tall.  Maybe Querry, maybe his career is notable.  Stevie The Grit will always be beloved.  Sock stinks.  Lets move on.com, please. (Sorry Wayne, referring only to singles.  Your boy's accompl...

Please keep it to yourself. The outrage and opinions. This is the Social Outcast System. Welcome back for a return engagement. They got numbers, they got taste. Miles is using the silence. Like a sillouette, the outline decides. Love is love. Affections and passions and obsessions. However it evolves. The end is already confirmed. This fleeting space of time is free willing. And free wheeling! The tracks can be popped at any time. We are speeding along, rushing. Mechanically, breakdowns will occur. Even with regular maintenance they occur. The engineers are worthless. They can only operate. The mechanics must be summoned. Wake them, whatever it takes. Bring the light over, it is dark. The sky is space all over. Very clear, due to early rains. Tomorrow might arrive. It would be another miracle. Like every breath taken. Like everything seen. Or heard, or felt. The big bang is not a sufficient explanation. Evolution alone indicates intelligence. The...

Made many words that were deleted.   Gone, every letter and all the lines. Too true, too sad, just too much. Shout to the happy and feel. See their smiles shine. Caught a big mess. Know my rights. And my lies. Crimes.

Was nothing 'round here. There was no shops or lots. But we got nothing to fear. New thoughts and robots. Back roads still the same. Lord knows I'm still to blame. Those old days, those old ways. Toss them all in the flames. Cause its all gonna change. Boats will dive, cars will fly. And its all pre-arranged. Our tribal vibe of light. Oh, the days of the Walkman. We were all American fans. Those old days, those old ways. This land is our land. E A E BaE

Story of life. No win situations and refusals. Back ain't got. Manipulations of later accounts. Less and less. Respectable and free as possible. Ghost writers. Flying high with speeding words. Perfectly sane. Loving the crazy and the normal. Unattended to. Only conditional conditions exist. Truth or dare. Twist and shout for the get down. Disco is real. Outrageous myth of the good life. Hippie eyes. Occupying thoughts with activity. Watch the glow. Those mustangs have held up nice. Splash art. The roads are old and broken here. Orange zones. Lake Carolyn is surrounded by lives.