jpaulgorman

Many are 6 feet under so we can do our things.  They won the wars, let's not spoil the spoils.  The passes were tight spirals, the handoffs were clean, put your thumbs down to bring it home.  Keep your eyes open, get up field.  Race. Man up, man.  Stay cool and patient.  Wait for the words, they'll create puddles of thoughts.  Drain the clouds.  Say. Unspoken, many returned and many won't talk, some can't talk.  They are heroes too.  These were their peeps, their gangs, their crowds, their buds.  Try to make them proud.  Live.

  GEmx3 DD7 Said, what would you find. If you broke into my mind. No longer blind, what would you find, what would you find. And, how would you like. If I gave it a try. If I stayed up all night, til we saw the light, saw the light. And, where will this go. No one really knows. Take the path you chose, and let it roll, rock and roll. Next time we meet again. Maybe we'll be friends. Maybe I make you cringe, on the fringe, i'm jumping in.

Boxed in and isolated.  Some windows, a few doors, mild connectivity.  Passive, dismissive, and distant.  Arms length, for your own good, for shelter from the storm.  To your corners. The wilting is ugly, at first there's hope, then decline depressions, ashes to ashes is about right.  Remember what can be remembered.  Forget the rest.  Brain capacity is enormous, but wasted density can ruin thoughts.  Avoid the warp. Take the jump, it'll work out some way or another.  How you use your days is how you use your life.  Wear it out.  Go broken.  Lay it all on the line, like soldiers.

  It's mostly irrelevant anyway, but not always.  Not when it's necessary, not when it must.  The maze is discovered dead end by dead end.  Intuition, the 7th sense.  You just know. The patio lights are gleaming orange, dusk is here.  Each day is like its own life, beginning, middle, and end.  No escaping the sleep, no deprivation.  Early risers need a cat nap, need to replenish for the night, need a mood swing.  Need some music. Even the fools and cleaned wake up at some point.  Those protest 2X4's are double the cost!  The stimulus is long gone, feeling the high prices.  Sacrifice has limits, things will change.  Pain is a catalyst.

Good, good, glad for you. I can't connect, all my tricks are used. Next stop is the tech line blues. Next stop is the tech line blues. My misery doesn't love company. Happy you're running smooth. Thanks for the tech line number. Got nothing else to lose. Muttered all morning with hells and damns. Called the robot number a defeated man. Run the virus cleaner for connection jams. Run the virus cleaner for connection jams. My misery doesn't love company. Happy your running smooth. Virus cleaner fixed me up. That's really good good news. GCGG DDCG GGCGx2 DDCC GGCC DDGG DCGGx2

Perhaps go to an 11 foot goal and a bigger court.  Bring back short shorts, something, anything.  Red, white, and blue ball.  A green ball.  Now it's all swish and dunk, swish and dunk, shoot out the funk, block out the junk, all we get now is swish and dunk. Either loved or hated, either is better than neither.  This is entertainment, it must be interesting.  And fun.  Downers are mostly unsuccessful, depending on your definition of unsuccessful, of course.  They suck. It's rather predictable, this reaction to the action.  Time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.  Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste.  I know it's only rock and roll, but I like it.  Yes I do.

-Breaker 1-9 it's a Radio Check, come on. -Said, breaker 1-9 it's a Radio Check, come on. -Been driving so long, feel the miles in my bones, wanna stop, but I got to move on. -Come on, breaker 1-9 it's a Radio Check, come on. 9er, this is Hornet.  There's a Bad Scene ahead.  Gimme your 10-20, maybe you can avoid it.  It's the Piggy Bank getting the Green Stamps. -Yes, I know the cargo gotta get through. -Oh yes, i know the cargo gotta get through. -Next I knew, sky turned blue, thunderclouds started to brew. -Oh yes, I know, I know the cargo gotta get through. Copy that, this is Headhunter.  Don't wanna Feed The Bears, but I'm Dropping The Hammer.  That Tijuana Taxi can't hide, saw Rusty at the Eyeball.  Maybe on the Flip Flop we can Hollar. -Good Lord, how I miss my sweet honey pie. -Oh Lord, you know I miss my honey pie. -Can't forget her eyes, can't forget her thighs, way she looks in the neon light. -Good Lord, how I miss my honey pie. EAEE...

In war, shooting first is less important than shooting last.  Competency is ultimately rewarded.  Just think of David, been true for thousands of years.  Incredible slingshot, ruthless.  Take out the giant first. These are not humane conditions, fire and smoke and ashes.  Mercy for the quiters, but no dignity remains.  White flaggers.  They should hang their heads for the rest of their days, forgiven or not.  Crumbled, mumbled, humbled pie. Lemon juicing, making the sour face.  Bitter it up, pout.  Frown more.  Send a statement, call a press conference,  proclamate.  Cry.

Consulted with officials.  They know the truth, they always know the truth.  Inquired on the lights, the hoverings, the accounts.  Memory metal.  Even the officials were fuzzy on the details. First off, they are not green.  The aliens, the aliens are not green.  Their exterior color is indescribable, it's not from our known spectrum.  Supernova tint, almost an inch thick, more hidelike than skinlike.   Smooth, like high dollar leather. Their noises are peculiar, codes and beeps, very sophisticated, no grunts or growls.  Attire is sparse, bland, colorless.  And robot hats, little robot hats balanced atop their heads.  According to officials, aliens are horrible listeners, maybe they just don't care.  Maybe they can't hear, maybe they have no ears.

These same faces looking to check out and cash out, keep the bills humming, their time is coming down.  Now to the hookups, leave the legacy, leave the bank.  Money's money, it all spends the same.  Even if caught, it doesn't matter, there's little risk involved.  They got the public shamers on their side, they got the muzzlers on their side, they got the law on their side. The courts are mucky and murky.  The entire branch is infected and bridle, the other branches seem much stronger.  Something about case load and those dastardly lawyers.  But a lawyer's a lawyer, they lawyer, it's what they do, it's who they are, it's why they are.  Busting out hours and hours, the numbers have to add up, there is no fast and cheap. Each with an empire, and a country estate.  Commoners fawn, but there's a resistance, there's a disobiedience, there's independence.  Justice isn't usually a linear situation, karma moves more like a nebula, reason can be ...

We the government?  No way.  Clear out your house, open the windows for a good airing out.  Musty and dank, needs a fresh coat, needs a brightening up, needs some work, new faces.  Some elbow grease. Fool the fooled, who cares?  Fool the dumb, the envious, and the guilt ridden too.  They want to be fooled by fools, ironically, so they can have a fool to blame when it's obvious they've been fooled.  It's subconscious, or something, or the other.  I'm no doctor, validate that yourself, I just observe transparently as I report.     What's the worry?  Time is on our side.  Haven't missed dusk or dawn yet, still kicking, still chilling, still at it.  Nothing but paradise ahead, nothing but forever.  The pain is a pain, but we got stuff for pain.

  Little minded tyrants gonna do little minded tyranny, a truth as true as all the other truths.  The leader placed upon us, the leader that earned nothing, a leader who shakes and wobbles, who flops.  No one should follow a flopper.  They should be rightly, and apathetically, dismissed.  Floppers garner no sympathy, they are universally ignored. Then the floppers start in with crying, like a pity pool of self righteous tears.  Crocodile tears.  Vile reptiles.  Sob, sob.  Sniffle, sniffle. Then the crying babies start in with the fits, like stomping and clenching nitwits.  Demanding attention by any means, no honey, no sugar, that was already consummed.  Those nitwits tend to eat dessert first, won't touch their greens, lots of potatoes, partial to greasy foods.  Makes me queasy.

  The loud crowd, gonna have their say. The loud crowd, set the city ablaze. The loud crowd, spit when they scream. The loud crowd, all loud and mean. The loud crowd, their humor is gone. The loud crowd, like a rooster at dawn. The loud crowd, got a book contract. The loud crowd, cover their tracks. The loud crowd, nosey and smug. The loud crowd, irritating bugs. The loud crowd, listen close to this. The loud crowd, put me on a list. The loud crowd, noise pollution. The loud crowd, no solutions. The loud crowd, got a king and queen. The loud crowd, all loud and mean. EmGDG