jpaulgorman

Whole scenes of amber fog and mist. Entire conversations of strategic intent. On a run to nowhere, finding nothing. Looking for signs of life and musicians. Looking past the dejected and beat. Feeling this place from the seventies. When there wasn't as much going on. Seemed everybody liked it that way. The bubble busts and sonic booms. Would rather y'all just pass right through. However, the supply house has supplies. Make it quick and don't bother hanging out. No drinks around in this weird town. Useless loops and high powered signals. Cleaning cult of personality money probably. International flights are booked ahead. This annoying detour is much too long. Someone has to be the first at everything.

Go for the low-effort, the smooth. It is our operation, our silos. But, scale, scale! That's for the robots. The switches and other factors. We must feel what they feel. High level will bring it all together. Like two continents. Geographically separate. International, of the entire world. Integrated, daily involvement. The judges can take a hike. They sit in judgement at judgement time. However, there is no law to judge. Help, like a shadow. Leave the checkmarks aside. Enjoy the outcomes, enjoy the smiles. Not all the trends are clear. Only a third of the effort counts. The metric system. Keep the friction to a minimum. Roadblocks can be anything. Or anyone. Pyramids are supportive by nature. Challenged and sold.

Mind somewhere else. In the movies. Write a good ending. The public must be entertained. I. We are to create. Morning, noon, and night. Late and early. The dark is best. II. To be anonymous. Alone and forgot. Except in my head. Where imaginations are reflecting. III. Our hopes and fears. And when we think the same. When we know what each other knows. We can be silent.

A summit of sorts. Some commission, some foundation. Diversity sitting politely up front. Equity making noises in the back. Inclusion running the whole show. Not enough to be at the table. Sponsorship is needed. Decisions made, where they're at. The bean counters, again and again. Opportunity is like a magnet. The capitalists will find our way. Exploiters must be brought into the light. This is not the time for bullshit. How we refer to scenarios, it can be done. Neutrality is the thing, agnostic to methods. Results are results and numbers don't lie. Put on a gas mask and hang with Kill22. No, those numbers don't lie y'all. Generational attitudes of the glowing faces. Picking political fights is boring. The 2nd level of diversity is the mind. It is the answer to Return On Investment. Conformity will leave us all diminished.

     We are not what we used to be.  Molecular, cellular, or otherwise.  The skeleton maintains, the frame remains.  What we see and hear alters our thoughts, our knowledge, our beliefs.  We have tolerance.  Too much, most would say.  But we know better, the love is unchanged.  These seasons and these crazy days.  Silence of the early hours, dancing with dogs.      Show your face, the rulers of the galaxy would shout.  Walk like a punk girl, like Joan Jett.  Put dimes in jukeboxes and love rock and roll.  Those old attitude days, when we put our fist up and yelled.  When we got it on, painted on walls, singing those same old songs.  Shook your tree for peaches.  The grins, the sins, the midnights.  Til 2 am.  Til closing time, then curve it home.      All an observation, just passing through, tapping out words, humming along, thinking about what the future wi...

How the rain drops, heavy and cold. Evaporation is for later. This knock knock knock, throughout. Discussions about intelligence. A sentence exercise, capture the nuance. Stick to the topic. Set up the LLC, mark it down in gold. Dealerships are in need of innovations. Find some songs to sing, hum them all day. Lace the lyrics with accentuation. Tell them the truth, even the teachers. They can be blinded by spots. Work the numbers, count the beans. Mystics have always maneuvered about. Nothing broke, no glass shards or blood. No use crying over spilt wine. Let the times roll, the way time always rolls. With a tick then a tock. Hello there, you with the smile in your eyes. Transparent and bright. Known weaknesses, accepted and figured. The rest left unknown.

One time. Saw a big light. Saw a big fight. Then I went home. 'Nuther time. Heard a blue bird. Heard some blue words. Was all alone. Solitary days, solitary ways, the only ways I know. What's behind the mask, let the light in fast, wish all the truths were shown. This time. Felt my heart hurt. Felt my heart burst. Something was wrong. Next time. Taste a sweet kiss. Taste the sweet mist. Ain't got that long. EmGx3 D EmG DCG

Breath in deep, let the genetic fix in. Light it up like a fire fly. Correct it, don't accept it. External care, for comfort and hope. The cure is at the genesis. Cough no longer, those old beat vests. Life expectancies are cruel. I'll die when I die! Suffocation has eluded me so far. Break the brakes, full out to the future. Crash into it, careen. This industry is immoral. The Rubik's Cube is solved. Jenga is next.

Rotations and directions, everywhere they pointed.  Side to side, front to back, four tries.  Make them count, follow through, move forward.   A turn should happen first, the first move.  Then a step up.  Like an instantaneous automatic maneuver.   The odd crowd, internalists mostly.  Keeping it in, needing an outlet.  They are smashing.   Care is expensive, the research is stalled.  Get to the point.  The genes done it, family history don't lie.   Molecules and atoms can be made right.  Keep it going, the rallies are fine.  Let's work up some sweat, get the legs moving, quick feet, on your toes.   Pick up 5, make a big circle.  Jump in whenever.  The tennis underground is represented, make time for the burn out drill.   Shower up, the cold will do its magic.  Fresh and clean.  Red Stripe hit the spot.  Brand awareness, for the...

Between hope and delusion, where imaginations reside. In the near future, before the horizon. Like the exiled, we are marooned.  Left, but watched. Tracked.  The known, the blind, the hidden, the unknown. Together, the essence, the aura, and the vibe.  Freedom of thoughts, words, and trees. Shading the day, rooted firmly in the earth.  The blessed dirty ground. The conditions are delicate, this sustainability.  Unlikly, beyond our capability to grasp. Coast to coast on this skateboard ride.  Balanced, suspended, a speck of dust.