jpaulgorman

  CGFC -The day he found out Molly Ringwald turned down the movie Ghost. -When the circuits got all realigned and the circuit boards were toast. -Had to make another entrance, had to make another showing. -At it again with all his friends, the final quarter for V.B. Owen. -Well old V.B. stayed up late at night writing words and picking tunes. -Moved his body around the court, mostly wore old tennis shoes. -Had this super looking Visor, was green and see through. -Nobody would ever know it, but the leaving leaves him blue. -The work's just getting started, V.B.'s got bills to pay. -Prolly live to a hundred or more, before he hits the grave. -Those Owen folks live long if you check their family tree. -Must be something in the wine they drink, makes them seem so free. ---cowritten by Griff.

  Built on a house of bribes.  Got to follow through to keep your integrity, grifters move on to another town.  These are high class criminals in Washington DC, legitimized by titles and words.  Meeting in lobbies, meeting with lobbies, depositing lobbies.  Rats eventually point fingers at other rats, and the other rats point back. And it continues like this, two rats pointing at each other, for years, for terms, for decades.  These must be important rats, able to avoid the rat traps, able to sniff out the rat poison, able to keep their rat claws off the rat glueboard, able to thrive and grow old and grey.  Like cockroaches, they scatter in light.  They die in light. Take the 75 mile trip up to space, past the skin of our atmosphere.  Suspend your insecurity and envy for a moment.  Float with the gravity of rationality, see the world in its delicate condition.  As it is.  We're all just spinning, even the rats.    

Look past the masses, get to the point of sleep, good sleep.  Fresh minds can think it out better, clear the visions, calmly.  Panic is almost always a bad idea.  Determine your own thought process, develop it over time.  Talk yourself out of things, go against the instincts, ignore the gut. As we slip into isolation and justification, remember the free flow of the ocean, back and forth, swaying.  Harmony already ingrained, swirling and swirling.  To resist is madness, to resist is doom.  It cannot be harnessed, liberty will not comply.  Liberty will swirl. Lock your doors and rot in your rooms.  Not my kind of place, not my scene.  Exclusion is not exclusive, the secret's out.  Stand with your kind, I'll sit with mine, free thinkers, in the thinking hot tub, with thinking jets, and thinking bubbles.  Thinking tanks are so last decade.

Watch me flitter, like a bug. Don't get bitter, still in love. Take these shambles, stack them high. Damn the vandals, suck you dry. Stars still glitter, like they do. Full of tricksters, playing clues. Bound for glory, moving feet. Tells the story, from the streets. Mop up hitter, clear the trash. Stand up, Mister. Just a rash. Quit your creeping, off my screen. Keep on sleeping, woken dreams. EB7GA

  Took a pass on obvious election fraud, they'll pass on freedom of religion, speech, self-protection, and Gulag mandates.  And other liberties, depending on pigment.  Prolly ban the F word, considering its recent publicity.  Oh, and the Declaration Of Independence, along with Jefferson, has got to go.  God Save The Queen! These nine'll do nothing, a broken branch for sure.  At least it's a solid industry, paid by the hour, crank it slow, new litigation opportunities on the horizon, slanders, larcenies, confinments.  Lawyers are brilliant digital paper pushers, the best in the land, the crack hunters.  The crease grease, they'll find it.  Most politicians are lawyers for a reason. The flashlight burns bright, perhaps brighter than ever, the dark rooms are lit.  Good to know who your friends are, but critical to know where the enemy lurks.  Once uncovered, they got nothing to lose. The swarmy meddling becomes indignant orders, the f...

"No, no, I'm a lobbyist, I lobby."  But then I questioned their meaningless word, set it right.  Perhaps you're a bribist, giving bribes.  For favorable returns, of course.  For lucrative pursuits of noble conclusions. "I resent that implication, I'm a professional."  Sure, the professional government class, heard all about it, you're the reason we don't have term limits for congress.  Heard it from a Senator himself, Cornball was his name, he's against any term limits because of the professional government class.  Might cramp his style, might expose his digital trail, might mess up his personal balance sheet.  Keep it quiet, everyone goes through the lobby to enter. "How dare you claim I'm bribing the US Congress!"  Settle down, pumpkin spice.  Tough to realize, but it's true.  It's an organized crime, you're just a sucker.  You're just sucking.

Everyone woke up.  Some were alert, bright-eyes, rationality and reason.  Some were zoned out, still wired, frantic and numb.  We see you there, you scoundrels, you snakes, we're ready for you now.  We got more turf. Take credit for something, your leadership is a hungry rodent, it must eat.  Deep down, it's a cannibal, it enjoys its own taste.  The fixers, the kiss of assers, and the fawning handlers, handling who knows what.  No one will catch them when they fall, they've earned their humbling, they should not trust others.  They will decay alone. The re-emergence will be swift, liberty will not be denied, cannot be denied.  It's liberty.  The oppressors will be banished, the emperors will fade away, they will be exiled and ignored.  Banished to the past.  Stuck in time.

  Say No and Sue. Nothing else to do. Reds are worthless. Worse than the Blues. Say No and Sue. No need to be rude. Call up the lawyer. Give them the Blues. Say No and Sue. Found out what to do. Tell em the news in a lawsuit. That'll change their mood.

Our covering of blue.  So thin, you're through it in an instant.  You're into the black.  Light left behind, space is larger than little green men and colorful orbs.  The jeopardy, the vulnerability, the air is a sliver. Mars doesn't have it, to dirty earth is a whole 'nuther matter.  It's death out there.  Experience it in 3D.  Delay and gitters, the simulation doesn't capture it, the G Forces can be survived.  No one cares what the billionaires say, Captain Kirk laid it out. A rocket ride for now, it's the way of the future.  Like bicycles, like cars, like planes, like eBikes.  Novelty luxury items at first.  West Texas is lit, the center of space.  Like a modern day spectator sport, the race is on, rocket riders 62 miles up. 

  With all the snitching going on, it's important to have the proper tools around.  Nuisances should be smacked, we all agree.  Nothing more irritating than a spy, we all agree.  Introducing the Spy Swatter.  Just a swipe away. It's mostly wrist, not an arm motion.  Know their end is quick and justified.  A block, a mute, a bird, or two.  Sign me up for the Fuck Joe Biden movement, always wanna align with the rational young folks of the country.  As a general rule.  Dig up the past, search, search, search.  Like grave shovelers, mixing in the organic fertilizer to make the colors pop.  Smelling of gasoline and animal poison.  Sounding like digital clippers, staring oddly into their snitching screens.  Hacking, turning, twisting, without soul, without intelligence, artificial or otherwise.

All beware of the chip shortage.  Supply chains are whacked, the Fritos came in hot with the chili cheese, completely misreading the market, now there's no shelf space for the new line up of baked products.  The Frito Chili Cheese Flood as the street is calling it, they flooded the damn market with Chili Cheese Fritos.  Now, family bags are going for $1.25, Frito and Lay are getting crunched, everyone is demanding the baked products. Next month it'll be natural gas and, of course, national toilet paper panic day, my favorite worry of the year.  Lots of meat, lettuce, cheese, and coconuts.  Anticipating.  Eating up the worries, taking action.  Been popping fish oil pills. Inflammation busters, smooth out the spikes.  Circulate and circulate.  Move, keep moving, like the really old say, keep moving.  Summon the thoughts and think them through, let the trivial pass on by.  We got no time for trivial.

The Rat Rags of Times and Posts and New Yorkers.  Pages of goo.  Nothing to learn, pretentious and bland, shameless and simple, boring and thought numbing.  Write words better, write better words.  Your perspectives come from the rat nest. Get the lighting right on those photos, they must be like replicas, we'll all live in basements eventually.  They're in under their heads, a sorry condition.  Incompetence is sad to watch, but usually the incompetent had it coming.  They are usually pricks.  It's a defense mechanism for insecurity. This think tank got together and made up slogans, they chanted all afternoon, they kissed each other and gave one another Wet Willie's as they skipped around the think tank complex.  They ate dinner, guzzling wine and shots.  Then they talked about what they thought, if front of the tank.  The tank smelled horrible, it reeked of reek, it was foul, foul as it gets.  They all ignored it, they just...

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Everyone, panic!  We need more caring.  Care, dangit, care!  Hear me, hear me, hear me whisper.  You will care. This irrelevant person kept right on, losing his thought train, blabbering about, indecently.  Creepily.  Gropingly.  Hovering like a frustrated schoolmaster gone bad, with a ruler and an eyeball.  Getting off on the licks. Dark seasons and rooms with scary ceilings, thoughts of woe and tragedy, sleepy, sleepy now.  Find your own hut, Mister.  Your dignity is homeless, its got needles in its veins, junked out, wired.  We should all care a bit less, that's all.  Care a bit less.

  You can't say that. What?  What? You can't do that. What?  What? We can't have that. What?  What? Like a cat in the hat. What?  What? And all the words we humming. All the chords we been strumming. Good Lord ain't it really something. What?  What?  What?  What? You best walk the line. Where's the line? You best find the line. Where's the line? You best toe line. Where's the line? Probably blow your mind. Where's the line? Go on step right up to it. Remember last time when you drew it. Guess that's when we really knew it. Where's the line?  Where's the line? Here's what you're gonna think. Why?  Why? Here's what you're gonna drink. Why?  Why? Here's when you're gonna blink. Why?  Why? Told you not to think. Why?  Why? When you think, bad things will appear. Start thinking bout new things to fear. There's no way to make it any clear. Why?  Why?  Why?  Why? G DD7 AmGx3 DD7x2

One topic at a time, click, click, click.  Stories on a story board, stacked like blocks.  Of anything, of views and reviews, of fluffs and duffs, enough, enough.  Squeals and fires, shots and liars.  Only the blockheads are real, they'll sing anything. Keeping the motor running, sending some oil your way.  These are mechanical devices, everything can't be in the clouds.  Chips and conductors and semi conductors.  We are the grid, make us all light up.  Make us all glow. On next month's story board, a dark winter figure will appear, dressed for cold, checking in on the WiFi.  Then after that, some terrorism or invasion or other calamity.  Sit tight, stay tuned, get your rest.  Many worries to ignore, many fools to avoid, many casters casting and casting.  Trying to hook a fish.