jpaulgorman

Ask the desert night, wonder why, baffle about.  There is no point.  We are gone.  As a critic, as a dissident, as a rational thinker, needed is a drawing board.  Document the storms of your brain, narrow, then narrow more. Nostalgia will do no good, perhaps a minor hint of inspiration, it's useless in the end.  Only the cool and heat of this day.  Peace must be felt now, peace of the past is gone, future peace is a flimsy promise.  Our fantastic active minds.  Madness is the opposite of rational thought, the circulations of memories, knowledge, and instincts. Bubble, bubble, bubble.  Multiply and add, division and subtraction is a bust.  The locals know the tally, they're from around here.  Actions and reactions, mystery.  Go from here.

  In the burning early morning, the tasks ahead, the awoken swirl, the climbing walls.  Shut the easy eyes, lay a bit, smooth.  Rest right there.  Then and there.  Let it turn, let it travel, let it be. Trip thinking.  Near the sea.  Listen to the sway.  Out on Galveston Island, near Jamaica Beach.  Texas reggae romps and raps. Anything at all can be done, or attempted, at least.  Shake the cans, stir the pot, loosen up, policies and procedures are for the birds.  Like chickens, whose flight is more like an extended leap, ten feet high, forty feet long.  Or ostriches, who simply cannot fly through the air, no amount of flapping will lift their weight.  Grounded, captured, eaten, no doubt the egg came first.

The Vax line is over there, near the donut table.  But you don't get a donut until you show your Vax Papers.  See how it works, follow the arrows and stand in the circles, six feet.  Mask the mouth and nose, wear gloves and ear plugs, think mush.  Move along. Call me sir.  If you want.  If you need.  If you got to.  If you must. Daily, we are unaffected, this obscene distraction.  Manipulation games and division, easy pickings in the gullible, hateful, and lame social crowd.  They stand small, learn what to think, and have two shallow faces.  Litter of runts.  They have absolutely no influence on civilization.

Clear out the room, we got a schedule.  The timing of the concentration must be right, after the separation.  Prior would be difficult and frustrating, next to impossible to concentrate properly.  Intense thought over days and nights and weeks.  The entire kaleidoscopic mind. Normality is misguided aspiration.  It does not exist, like the past and future.  The past did happen, most certainly, and the future could happen, it's all decisions and fate.  See now, hear now, smell now, taste now, feel now. Now exists. The lily plants were reasonable.  They will bust out, they will arrive, just in time for the big event.  Polish the good china, defrost a ham, smash some potatoes.  Apple pie this time, honey.  Let's make it delicious, one with flakey crust.

1.  Help is here, hope is on the way. 2.  120 years ago. 3.  Never been particularly poor at getting things done in the Senate. 4.  Setting up camps, increase capacity. 5.  Is it acceptable to me, come on. 6.  Be tough to make that troop withdrawal deadline. 7.  I don't want to get in the way. 8.  Hide behind UN Resolutions. 9.  Republican voters I know find this despicable. 10.  Jim Eagle. 11.  Oh God, I miss him. 12 .  Our ability to make computer chips. 13.  Whether how we do it. 14.  Successful electro politics is the art of possible. 15.  I've never been able to travel, I'm a respector of fate. 16.  Cost and the taxes that have to be had. 17.  The federal budget is saving people's lives. 18.  They built America and unions built them. 19.  I've been uniting the country based on the polling data. 20.  Still staring at ceilings at night. 21.  The future lies in ...

Inspiration met with envy, intelligence met with ridicule, decency met with scorn.  The modern ethic.  Progressives making progress against mockery.  Thin skins, the worst.  Humorless. But mocking is rocking, and we rock this foolish boat, sailing into the merciless seas.  A mutiny is assured, squabbling is all they know.  Squirming and squealing come natural, whines are instinctual.  Greed has no brothers or sisters, it's an only child.  Usually, the offspring of insecurity and selfishness. Take it like a human, quit being weak,  glare a bit more, ponder.  Encourage, observe, think.  Laugh when no one is around, it's a good habit, say anything.  Care a bit less.  Ask good questions.

Something easy to watch.  With a beat, any beat.  Listen to Neon Trees.   Lenny's Let Love Rule.  Badfinger and their tragic tale. Think of the other colors too.  Green for aliens, purple for Prince, pink for Pink.  And, fuck cancer!  Let's see those stats, let's warp speed DNA Strand Therapy.  It's mostly in the genes, the cure could be prior to the disease. A tough call, security should not be ignored, responsibilities remain.  Could probably coast all the way home, but want to accelerate coming out of the curves, want to hug the pavement, want to open it up.  Opportunities should not be squandered, now is the time to drive.  Ten thousand or so days and nights, only ten thousand or so to go.

Shirts aglow with green.  Hats and banners.  The O's and Mc's.  Not a danged thing wrong with an Irish man or woman.  Except what's wrong with all other men and women. A gesture of endearment.  No harm, but bug off, mate.  Two birds; one red, one blue.  Murals are truth.  They are. Luck needs opportunity, luck needs space.  Badfinger is under appreciated indeed.  On a city ride, coasting, keeping in, not keeping out.  Glimpses of heaven.  Charmed.

A predictable fleece, the bandit of Delaware.  Froth crusting in the corners of his mouth, the faint smell of bodily fluids.  Teeth stains, shirt stains.  Brain stains.  A rotting fool. The world continues to turn, creep.  Earth is fine, moron.  Tomorrow will be incredible, no need to wait for the 4th Of July.  Remember to put me on the Gonzo List, the one in blue neon.  The one that glows. Pull up your face, a dignified posture.  Look in all directions, deliberately.  Scan the place with your eyes, tune in with your ears, pick up the chatter.  Swig another shot of wine.  Taste the grapes of the Tre Venezie region of Italy.

  Asking questions and answering them too, this training is really easy.  Got a robot talking, telling us it's part of being human.  Ironic.  Making assumptions is old as time, the less, the better.  Now, go explore your own minds, your otherwise automatic thoughts. This is just dressed up decency.  Customers talk, especially happy ones.  Chunk projects in the deep end see who goes and gets it.  Figuratively, of course.  All you non-swimmers and unable-to-swimmers calm down, no offense intended, hopefully none taken. Authenticity is diminishing, along with creativity.  'Tell me more' usually works, less said is best, as always.  Let others shine.  Make notes, include only the interesting.  Dump the rest.

  Where we found Tranquility. No more Serendipity. Took the trail called Navajo. Almost died on the Gyro. Should've hit Orion's Belt. Made it to Alberta Lift. Give us more of Summer Day. Let us fly down Pitch's Gate. Next time we'll take Windjammer. All the way down to Scrambler. Drop down called Holy Moses. Get back to Super Nova.

"Hang With Dogs And Chickens" by Amos Might plan a cool trip with just MTB and Amos....we're poor and nowhere near as cool as the Duke so we'll probably just show up at Rogers unannounced with tents....ride bikes, hang with dogs and chickens, play some music.  Always knew MTB and I were on a different level....lovers of art house cinema, well read, art, and Everton. "Everton And The Grateful Dead" by MTB If you love Everton and the Grateful Dead, you're alright in my book.  I'm going to be busting out more and more now that the wife finally has her second dose of vaccine, so I'm down for whatever! "19th Generation" by peoplesDuke Johnny Montoya, 19th generation Pagosa Springs.  Owns Rocky Mountain Fence Co.  Just signed a big contract with Black Hills Power Co. In Aspen. Still dreaming of Wolf Creek. The greatest ski experience I’ve ever had. Unbelievable!  Must go back. Wow! "Time And Place" TTop Count me in, name the time an...

"Is This A Criminal Interrogation?" by peoplesDuke Encountered a Viking man in Saguache, Colorado.  Getting gas and paying inside.  He was wearing layers of fur, his belt held it all together, he was barefoot.  It was 19 degrees.  Inside he quipped "Is this a criminal interrogation?" when asked where he was headed.  Said he was going North to see his daughters.  As we were leaving, gassed up and watered up, we saw the Viking man walking back and forth from the rear of his parked station wagon to the front, with the hood up.  Right by the exit.  When asked if he needed help he became bellicose and said he dressed like this and has a job, and all that.  He demanded an apology.  "Colorado Blue Bird Day" by Woods Colorado blue bird day.  Enjoy!  That's our mantra.  Again, 300 days a year. "Fri Or Sunday" by Amos JRBG!  lets get a ride this weekend (fri or sunday)???? "DOBRA" by MTB Sunday looks to be the better day w...