jpaulgorman

All you gather round and listen to the story, then you tell it, then you tell it, then you tell it, and then you tell it too.  Multiply the movie, make it true.  The acting is incredible, like real life.  The drama is intense and never quits, breaking daily, flashing always.  The marketing department is doing its thing, it'll be the surprise hit of the season. They'll ruin the place, but we'll gut it once they finish their mud wallowing.  Best thing is to stand back, let the fools show their ace.  The public will tire of the farce.  Most want peace and quiet, fun and harmony, good sleep, a simmering pot of beef stew.  We'll make sure and leave the creeps off the house warming invitation list, it'll be a grand reopening. Those trees will burn down to the ground, paper will save them no longer, now they turn to ash.  Another consequence of the digital era, smoked into the clouds.  But the power lines must get through, they must all gl...

     The cake was delicious. Go step by step with the application process. Powder must be rubbed into the foundation.      With a high dollar brush. The eyes can be fatal.      They must be handled with care. Make them incredible.      Never forget the neck. The colors must be blended. It's a critical technique.      Avoid facial landslide with moisturizing. Ruby red crystal ear lobes for the evening.      Fingers full of rings. Stuck the lipstick too.

Join us live at the top of the hour, breaking news is breaking soon.  Evidently, a person close to an insider with ties to an assistant aide who knew someone in the nearby waiting room, told a source about dastardly deeds.  The nerve!  Just awful, those poor people need those missles and bombs. Listen, let us explain.  It's real complicated, this conspiricy.  So much is unknowable, so much will require our intelligence, not your own common sense.  They are counting on your common sense, but you know better.  Those servers and screwed tapes tell the entire story, but the hard drives are missing. An honorable public servant for years and years.  Led the fight to keep swimming pools safe for families and kids all over America, literally risking his very life.  And now, swimming pools are safe in Ukraine, China, and Romania too.  Exclusive interview up next, but first a word from our sponsor, Huggies Diapers.  You're in the Twiligh...

EmAmDD7 The ambivalence of stars. Early dark spots. A certain kind of path. Even karma has an alert. The monitor blinks red. As it dings lightly. Immediately, all are informed. No one comes. Malfunctions are common. Talk to myself. Others understand their own ways. The crazy are fine. Make a face to the world. With the ambivalence of stars. Fixate your mind. On this fading nightmare.

Make it fun. Not a struggle. The unknowable is infinite. Trust the artist. Connect the moments together. We don't want to know what you think. Love without being loved. Frequent insomniacs. Henry Miller from Brooklyn. The old rock fighter. All brutality and discipline. To this day they are admired. Know a good material when touched. When the suit fits right. The Xerxy Society. Reproductions of Japanese prints. A respectable roll top desk. Left her for June. Absolutely no confidence. $300 was the deal. Too good to publish. Jolly in spite of everything. Let her sit there and dream. No maniac can look that way. A limitless confusion. Paris calling. To be without anything. Thoroughly alive. Over-civilized. Only a catosrophe can make me go back. Americans don't care about good bread. Thought everything was important. Crawling with bed bu...

It is all incredible, fantastic, and beautiful.  All the time and always, in each instance and case, whatever the outcome, whatever the eventual reality.  But the road is full of junk and debris, years of neglect and abuse.  Cracks and crackheads, hitchers and hikers.  Truckers and truckstops. Don't taunt the young and decorated, she bites back.  Looking for the money train, steaming through Europe, chugging through Asia.  Like a modern day, war thirsty, Marco Polo.  Selling missles for cash, getting paid for protection, slopping in the mud.  And crossing the Hawaiian Pearl. Take the lecture, write it down, wad it up, wrap it tightly with duct tape.  Like a ball, almost.  Then, take it and put it in a special place, one that can be remembered, back from where it came, where all shit comes from.  This classroom will not be quiet, we will teach the teachers.

Some simplification of the situation. Less is best. Bit of hesitation with that valuation. Empty nest. Quick clarification of that indication. Be my guest. An interpretation of our conversation. Time to rest.

Throw out the rules, the rules indicate that it's fine to throw out the rules.  This document is dead as a fallen tree, like bones left from the prehistoric people, like backward hillbilly music.  Stand and point, shake with anger.  Third rate is right, the second raters all agree.  And now, the first raters will make the final call. Lawyers and motions everywhere, pocket books and money clips.  Swag, like never seen.  The puppets must meet in the smokeless backrooms, only viper vapor allowed.  Big short boss gets on the line and starts hissing, pissing, and dissing.  Looking like the guy in Mall Cop, drowning sorrows in a bowl of alfredo sauce. Listen Turkey, pull up your sanity and go for peace.  Take out the troublemakers one by one.  Too many cameras and robotic weapons to consider actual war in the modern world.  War that's relentless, war that's extreme, war that's inhumane, war that's gruesome, war that's soulless, war t...

That clock keeps ticking. In the early quiet hours. While the symphony plays. Totally in tune. Living and letting live. The grill keeps the flavor forever. Each cut, each pepper, each ear. Like a smokehouse. Everything tastes of slow burn. Old stories of old days. Only good time memories and heroes. The conquered and the drunken. Grifting schemes and bags of visions. Days filled with amusements. Activities and destinations. Goals and feats, high fives and shakes. Begin with a bracket, get the equipment. Reasonable and minimal rules. Fetching, slinging, and basket work. Could barnstorm if we wanted. Sign up the locals, do a Friday workshop. They wouldn't know what happened. We would clean up. Like the early days in Akron. Jim Thorpe and Red Grange. Specific rules adopted. Agreements and acknowledgements. Protect the integrity of the game. It needs no bells and whistles. The valley is full of brush. Trails cut nicely and worn flat. Buffalo stay up on...

GGCC DCGG Dash across the highway, nothing better to do on a Wednesday afternoon, after school, before dinner, sun still blazing.  It's the right time to waste some time, it must be planned, while spiraling out of control like a bottlerocket with a broken tail wing, under a bright moon. Time was when things like this didn't happen, when people cared about each other, let's freeze it down, stop life when it's good, when days glowed all day. We could ride all the way to town, ain't worried about no shoulder, think the road is big enough for everyone, won't be hard hearing them whooshing by.

Going on about convictions and the importance of standing.  Perfect mohawk, shining with hair product and sharp cuts.  Logical eating advocacy and pointless insights.  What a leader!  Despite righteousness, seems like he's hiding something. The flashlights are getting close, all this cash comes from somewhere.  Rationalized by snakes.  The boa constrictors are out.  Squeezing tightly to suffocate their last bit of dignity.  Oxygen deprived and not prepared for the inevitable humiliations and prosecutions. The elderly should step back and enjoy the view.  Power trips are for the young, and most are wise enough to realize.  The esteem of self is mischaracterized, the pompous are usually frail.  They preen stupidly and eventually embarrass themselves.  Choking on humble chili. 

Considering the choices, perhaps it is reasonable.  These golden years are tainted already.  Disgust and ridicule, ambivelence and vindication.  By all indications it is a farce, a game, a petty episode of punked.  Behind the WiFi, stuck on rewind. Reaching forward, we have made amends and understand.  Overall, we demand bribe grease reduction, money changing hands.  Called negotiations between business or government interests, once personal accounts are involved, it's called bribery.  Lard.  Slippery slime slingers. Between the news cycles, when the wine really sinks in, the envious scheme.  Convinced of brilliance and counting on gullibility.  Maximum peer pressure, the prospect of being unwoke.  But the comedy is sour, laced with anger and shame. Suppose it's some signs of some times.

GC DG They all going for the throat today. Really going in for the kill. Looks l ike they drank all the kool-aid. With the vapor and the pills. Wish we all had those wacko minds. Like the ones they got in Spain. Since the Santa Maria times. They been driving our minds insane. AmG AmD AmG CDG And we know. We're in on the joke. And on that note. We know, we know, we know. Then I woke up from an awful dream. They were chasing me through the park. Popped a curb and jumped a stream. Think I lost them in the dark. When I think about what you said. It don't seem that way to me. We all just a tragic mess. Only love has made us clean.