jpaulgorman

  Shipwreck stuck on some rocks and trees. Hadn't moved an inch in a year I believe. Til one day when the water did its thing. Headed for the falls gonna drop to the deep. Wonder if we oughta jump right off. We could make it to shore with a bit of luck. Current is rough and there's an undertow. Whitewater splashing on the rocks below. But it's our only chance to tell you the truth. The falls gonna give us more than a bruise. Just can't see no way we could survive. Staying on this shipwreck for a waterfall ride. Jump, jump, hurry now jump. Let the waterfall have this dump. Smash the ship to smithereens. Get another one, all new and clean. CGFC GFGC FFCC GCFC

We'll eat pizza all night, we'll do whatever it takes.  Statespeople of the highest integrity.  Hopefully we can get there, we can't let down the American people, we can't get away with scarfing down thin crust, we gotta stuff the crust with stuff.  We'll eat pizza all night if we have too, ain't wasting our eating capacity on salads and soda pops.  This is how the pizza gets made! The infrastructure of crust is important, we got it down, just takes some tossing and stretching, you, you know the thing.  Some tomato paste with Italian spices, spread around.  No square pizzas allowed in this pizzeria, Mammamia.  Then the cheese, then the pepperoni, or beef, or whatever, even chicken.  Artichokes and onions, yummy and delicious. This Statesperson kept on talking.  Red pepper packets, marinara sauce, strombolis, cannellonis, cannolis, calzones.  It was making me hungry and it was just past noon.  What a gig, I thought, paid to eat pizz...

  Walked out of class to join the band. March for justice in this land. No lack of shelter, no lack of food. Down at the bottom of the protest blues. Down at the bottom of the protest blues. Got my music and I got my glow. Can watch replays of every single show. Can't help it though, I'm in the mood. Fix something quick for my protest blues. Fix something quick for my protest blues. Don't you dare look at me thataway. Take my suspension like a runaway. Didn't have to be so mean and rude. Just had a case of the protest blues. Just had a case of the protest blues. The T-shirt says it all I guess. Shrunk up, but the it's still the best. Raise our fist and stomp our shoes. Nothing can cure my protest blues. Nothing can cure my protest blues. EAD7Ex3 EDAEx2

Run for the office, waste your time on another's gold.  Mercenaries.  Fighting for a compensation line item.  Holding on so the judgment turns out right, so the evaluation is enough, just enough to be exceptional.  Get a few more bites. Respectability to others and the loss of dignity, you tell me what to say.  Alignment of the simple kind, the only kind that works.  Some sort of brilliant trinity-- excellent, expedient, and exquisite.  The E's have it.  Can't touch this. Then the story tellers, the twisters of yawns, the glitter spitters.  Utopia is nice and lush, green and full of money.  Flattery and support.  Watch for the lease and chain gang, the dotted liners, the small printers.  Move slow, knock holes, take it to the skeptics, talk yourself out.

America's not gone for good, the drawing back, the coiling, the snap will snap, we still got bills.  This is cover-up work, these are skeleton graves, these are skunky undertakers.  Shoveling hound dogs.  Their followers are imaginary, they don't exist.  Shout them down in the 1st degree. Goon scene down under, the Quarantine Resorts.  Try that here, the 2nd degree kicks in, armed and protected.  They'll move the soldiers in next, take their quarters, kick out the citizens of the 3rd degree.  Proximity.  Then the search and seizure of the 4th degree, goons don't need a warrant, evidently. Guilty until proven innocent, the 5th and 6th degrees of the often accused, but the never convicted.  No speedy trials around D.C. anymore, 7th degree of the horned helmets and capital tour participants.  Bail out the crooks of the 8th degree with a bailout fund for crooks of the 8th degree.  Not to mention the 9th degree, but get the fuck out of ...

Travelling through our life and times, and we're too deep into this galactic traffic jam.  Held up by bone headed drivers.  You know the type, purely in it for themselves, this is about them getting through, this is about their appointments, their more important appointments.  The go-get-it crowd, the gone-and-got-it crowd, the tell-you-all-about-it crowd, the kind that cut in lines, cheats.  They are #1, dangit. Nothing is the way, remove certain emotions, remove certain habits, remove encounters of the third and fourth kinds.  Juke and jive, sit in the back, react, flow with life.  These plans are a sham.  Cut your bait, give it to the sea, let the waves work, they rock, like earthquakes, like aftershocks.  Forever hungry. Bleed on, in the head, in the eyes.  The squinting, bleeding eyes.  Legacy of a rat, sluring, snipping, slinking the tail.  Undignified, uncivilized, a true rodent.  Do anything for a little cheese.  A...

All's it take's a little elbow grease. Help you find some performance peace. Routines you do every single day. The work required to earn your pay.

  Localized and prioritized, it must be an intense effort.  Can't get lost in America, traveling around, observing and considering.  Telling you so.  Looking back has no future, remember the happy scenes, think of next time, when ideas become reality.  When we glow neon. Keep your senses, keep your wits, keep it to yourself.  Tell me more.  About spirits and dignity and humility.  Sleep on it, peace will find its way through.  Late at night, or early in the morning, or both. Resourceful and content, phasing the rituals, loosening up the habituals.  Imaginations on fire, the boiler room is steaming.  Get this thing running in no time, get this thing humming.  Words is all, all it is is words.  Just free talking. 

Chain yank day.  A lister and his mass mooning.  Water is a slow mover, like ozone, and glaciers, and acid rain.  Ignore the rules all around, mosquitos must die.  They must be demoralized, isolated, and suffocated. Trials and courtrooms. Accused, but never convicted, the gonzo life.  This seems like a gulag experiment, and America seems cool with it.  Time for some new days, some new ways, and a new phase.  Ruler rules, the easiest of all rules to break. Send this poll back, make it indicate something else, need it by Sunday.  The tabulators are fine, they tabulate in perfect math, decimal here, ratio there.  Code, code, checker board.  The vote joke.  It's on you.

  Ain't no smiles around here no more.  Despondency and resolution, the quiet skies.  Mysterious brown vans and evacuations, cheering in the Arab streets.  Grounded at zero, the liberty show must go on, music must prevail.  Taps. Tyrants always denounce tyranny with their forked tounges.  Deception is a virtue in their twisted heads, they slur hollow, self-righteous words.  They wrap themselves in false glory.  It always ends the same, without exception.  Ugly. Quit talking during God Bless America, Max Headroom.  Shut your face, quiet!  The politicians sully the day, the racial spoon must stir something always, they should be muted on this day.  Let America reflect on its own, let America remember in peace, with righteous rage, leave America alone.  On this day.

  Toss out the independent minds, things can't be thought.  Thinking could take us off the path, rationality has already been considered.  That letter won't do nothing.  Mash it in a boiling pot of potatoes, the scum floats to the top, this is Harvard's doing.  Empty are your degrees, lame are your decrees. Research in the name of hatred, enabled by envy and greed.  Dividing tools of hell.  That little devil whispering in your ear, freedom is an old idea, freedom is not your choice.  A new freedom list will be updated every Friday.  No time for questions today. The Shame Of Kabul.  Dusty brain rot, the skin greaser.  Color yourself pale grey, plug the head follicles with modern plugs.  Get some new teeth, you can't chew up America with those gums.  We won't hear you.  Freedom Of Mute shall never be denied, as the old saying goes.

  Economic access is double edged.  Drink this poison of leverage and speculation, the slow killer.  Captured addictions and routines, expectations and equity.  Invest in it all, stay busy.  Project, influence, hustle. Squash the privileged, they are privileged, dangit!  How easy they breathe, how luxurious they eat, how much fun they have, how they are adorned.  We've seen the ads.  They are smiling.  How dare those little devils smile. Smirkers are not allowed around here, the smirked can't take it.  Dishers, whiney dishers.  They got no take.  They got paper skin, thin and brittle.  The weakest kind of skin.

  Hung out at the Quarantine Bar last night.  Lots of weary, bored travelers.  All wrapped in bubble wrap.  Keep everything wrapped up tight, for protection of the wrapped, and others.  Couldn't really hear much, but it was good nodding and waving, gesturing, pointing.  Better that the Quarantine Box. Nothing but WiFi and four walls.  A makeshift toilet next to a makeshift sink.  Small refrigerator, a mini microwave, and a little portable camping burner.  Food items delivered every other day by the Quarantine Security Officers (QSOs).  Their mission, they keep telling us, is to protect, feed, and release clean. Slipped one of them a hundred to bring me an extra sleeve of soda crackers and a jar of Vegemite.  Amazing how easily a QSO can be bribed.  I was flush with vacation cash.  Dumb Suckers.  They'll miss me when I test out. 

Writing the truth in the middle of the messy show.  Books of the shadows, within the words, in form, the equal and greater reaction to the cheap illusions.  Bought for nothing, they sought it out, they craved.  Through boredom, through envy, through greed.  It doesn't matter, they took the bait. And the literal bullshit is coming, cows must be done away with, their slaughter must end.  We got almonds for milk, we got the beef cooked up in the labratory.  According to sources, it's a bit rubbery, but tasty.  I'll trust what sources say, my grandparents were ranchers, gotta have that ribeye texture, gotta have that marble drip. Days of hot sun and motorcycle jumps, huge noon lunches with gravy on the side, cold soda pops in the afternoons, sweets late at night.  Orchards and gardens that produced.  Burn outs and skids, workshops and barns.  Big fields and woods and mesquite trees. Tanks.

Declare victory from the scenes of treason.  The dirty dog, who leaves the war dogs behind.  Along with the women and children, along with the guns, along with the choppers, along with the hummers.  This demoralization is complete, we are demoralized no longer.  We are lit. The incompetent move aside, these 13 should be alive.  Roll your eyes, bastard.  Laugh it off, slime.  You are not courageous, you are not a hero, but you got serious nerve.  Seriously, you got some sick nerve. Shuffle on, groper.  Slur some more.  Drool on your mask, comb the oily strands of hair back.  Ten percent of the buck stops with the big guy.  His standard rate.