jpaulgorman

Thinking of the peaceful times, the good times.  Those in the past, those currently, and those in the future.  Knowing they will exist is a comfort, they come and go like the breeze.  Times is times, can't be calm and still too much.  Might go crazy, might go to sleep, might become hypnotized and detached. Pay attention, then reflect and think.  It can become a habit.  Prior to concluding, prior to acting, prior to perfecting.  Understand.  There are no journalists to tell you what's real, only the gonzoing underground, only people, only words of glow remain. Use the senses, intuitions, the gut feelings. Complement with facts and ignore intimidation.  Tone is irrelevant, especially in matters of the rational brain.  Blood is blood, only types matter.  Don't even know mine by heart.

  Fundamentally unserious. Quit America long ago. These masked bandits. Bag lady is back. Tacky, and low class. On the take. Dose of hope. Dose of  DNA. Dose of doubt. Dose of patience. Shout out to the churches. Feed the world. Thanks for wrecking the cities last summer. With your racey spoon. Good God, it's Lyndon Freaking Johnson, Jr. Purify the oceans for water. But gas is almost 4 bucks again. Sad scene in the gallery. Bored, greasy clappers. Think about it. The cowards of DC. Cheering each other. Like Oscar or Grammy. You don't know what I'm wondering. Only squares want to fit in. Blah, blah, unions, blah, blah. Tons of chicks make more cash than me. Go get it, money is easy to make. Nod, nod, yes, yes. Fuck cancer! Should have been done years ago.  Strand replacement therapy. Whisper and whimper. 12 years of government schools is far too much. UberTudor is the future of education. We'll take care of 65 million children. Echoes,...

  I'm bored with Ford. Good Lord, Good Lord. Get so bored. When I see a Ford. Something about it. Makes me want to shout it. Makes me want to yell it. Find someone to tell it. Cause I'm bored with Ford. Good Lord, Good Lord. Get so bored. When I see a Ford. DCG DC CG DCG

  A decade of wheels. From high ends to kids. This ain't just 10k and up. Where the magic happens. Super cool. Cranks, brackets, shifters. Coils and air forks. The starter's dream. Artist recommendations. Keeping the cadence. Maxing out the watts. A chill place for a hang.

The world is unfair, there are injustices! So.  Those politicians are thieves and crooks!  So.  Now what? They're such liars and tyrants!  So.  Propaganda is creating division and violence!  So.  Why pay attention to them? People will die, the future is bleak!  So.  Poor people are poor!  So.  What are you going to do with your remaining days?

Tracking the river, we crossed at a shallow spot.  Loaded and hunting swine, or any other lowland creature, went to get off some rounds.  Nothing in the afternoon, all the lowland creatures were sleeping, or hiding.  The merry band was coming, they stayed put.  Live to wallow another day. Riled up and loud, these political suckers got hooked.  Convincing the convinced, educating the educated, yelling in our ears.  Only freedom given away is lost.  No more explanations are needed, but opinions are tolerated.  Draw your conclusions. They run at night, toward the wind.  Destructive and haphazardly.  In search of life itself, in search of taste.  The future is pointless, it's uncertainties and probabilities.  It's truth.

Calm near the end, the lame ducks are walking by.  Kicked up and trippy, semi-immune, mixing it up, keeping it down, staying zoned out, staying tuned in.  Laugh it off like weasels and hyenas, give the crazy eyes.  Smell the bad, it's distinctive whiff of sewer.  Waste management experts and robbers. Watch the technology enthusiasts, the finance nerds, the rational oddballs.  Doing the contrarian shake, go hard against the wave, may need to hold your breath for a few, but patience will prevail.  Oxygen is close, sweet air.  Steady.  Don't panic, don't freak. Disobey.  With civilized dignity.  At a cost you can afford.  Inquire, ask for explanations.  Rules ain't just rules, that is no legitimate justification for a rule. 

  All around the lifted house was green beach grass, covering about an acre.  Palm trees with mostly drooping brown branches, a few green ones sprouting out the top, the taller the tougher.  The sea was a quarter mile down a paved road, the music of the water could be heard always, three little birds trading lead vocals, the waves roaring the melody.  A few barking percussions.  Mostly, though, it was quiet. Rigged up world of pixels and worry.   Alerts, notifications, and red warnings.  Maneuvers, exercises, and mundane methods.  Silence.  The mind won't be left behind. Designed to give a sense of missing out, of being out of touch, of being asleep.  But sleep is good, rest the soul.  Grifters and goons, masked and proud, conformed and washed.  All dressed up, ready to pin the tail on the donkey and drink the grape punch.  Their parties suck, nothing but charades and twister.

  D7Amx3 EmAmx3 Give me this and I'll getcha that. Send it here and I'll grease your fat. All about the money in this town. The DC Shakedown. Pass a law, sign a bill. Call the press, explain the deal. Give a whine, give a howl. The DC Shakedown. Tell everbody they've lost their way. Give em all hope bout better days. Tell em they were lost, now they're found. The DC Shakedown. AmD7x3 EmAmx2 The place for bribes to hide. Where they whine, where they cry. Where they lie, it's just not right.  This ain't no star spangled night. Pocket the cash, clean it real good. Spread a little round the neighborhood. Sound waves got propaganda sounds. The DC Shakedown.

  DDCGx3 CDCG In Galveston they'll tell you what you need to know. In Galveston they won't tell you no more. In Galveston gotta to think it through. Think it through in Galveston. On this Island, might never wanna go back. On this Island, time seems slow to lapse. On this Island gotta work it out. Work it out in Galveston. CGx3 CDCG Something about the sea. Helps me think so freely. Helps me think so deeply. Figure it out in Galveston.

Through Houston in a slow flash, the sprawl goes on and on and on, and finally over the causeway to Galveston Island.  Paradise city, The Strand, and all the BOI's.  Born On Island, disconnected from the start.  Like the local pirates Walter Kennedy and Edward Teach, also known as Blackbeard, disconnected from the start. The smell of sea.  Gets all over, the nature of elements.  Water, sand, wind, salt, mixed with marine life, and death.  Ocean birds get their eats, elusive predators, coasters, gliders.  Quick and chirpy. Beach house colors, bright and proud, on stilts, ready for the inevitable hurricanes of some future late summer.  When the Gulf Of Mexico heats up, when the fierce storms get whipped up in the Atlantic and make their way past the Caribbean Islands.  There they cook in a tropical oven, there they bake.  Round and round the weird, peaceful eye, the outer bands of floods and twisters, like a loud voice announcing the dest...

All the followers followed along.  Didn't make a fuss, no big deal, in the name of self-righteous responsibility.  Despite the deaths, despite the scenarios, despite the flimsy, using back-to-normal as a silly reward.  The fearless and rational are not normal, welcome to liberty.  There's a major league moon tonight, illuminating the dark, past our time. Assume at your own risk, these young adults will not fold.  They will snap the chat, pass the digital cash, and ignore authority.  Get your sleep, these fools will be woke all night, their yawns are boring, their blood red eyes burn, their minds are minimized, they are lethargic and angry.  Thin skinned, irritated.  The kind of people that demand apologies. In El Paso, a witless opportunist wants us to look up his nose as he spits on the screen and tries to say words.  Weird lunatic with low class instincts and inauthentic expressions.  Inarticulate and unremarkable, postureless and fra...

Don't Lose My Koozie X 4 Saint Arnold's Blackberry Citrus. The Hozel Rocket made it to ESPN.  Since 1909 in Old Key West.  Dig the Dolphins, but I'm a soccer fan. Peace sign smoker in Albuquerque. Camouflaged out on a Frontier run. 4th of July parade going down in the City. No Loserville with a population of one. Cowboys went super back to back. Silver does indeed live on and on. Like Pared Island from North to South. Cruising Cruz Bay, moonroofing at dawn. EAx4 DAx4