jpaulgorman

Keeping up with the mutations, scattered and spiked.  Peek-A-Boo, here's Johnny.  Virtually and figuratively.  Laugh in your beer, it's nice and foamy.  Ferment your mind. Exclusive sequencing, like a fingerprint, like an eyeball iris.  Distinctive and unique, confirmed by the vitamin industry.  A mist is being developed.  All will be cured, even the well.  Prevention is the new mandate. Walls crumbling, people are done climbing.  Sledgehammer shortages, make a face while you throw rocks, keep a personal pocketknife for personal protection.  Walk on the sidewalk, run in the streets.  Be slick, be stealth, be unseen.  Chant.

Constantly reminding, the Z's have it.  Out of wits, a boring shell shock game.  Open this door, around that corner, in full retreat.  Take a number, another year.  Dissed the respect. No rut on this road, it's slick and smooth.  Done and gone.  Vanished.  Drunk on day dreaming.  Fooled. Outside, in the cold.  Without fire, without fur.  Shaking, chattering, uncomfortably numb.  Right, but dying.  Quick dimmer, like dusk, like a fade.

Recalling nothing, no plans, no excitement, no spice.  A vacant lot.  Intentional abandonment, punitive and vindictive.  Complete.  Net zero. Fresh new virus, fresh new boogie germ, fresh new spooky.  Cut bait, take your losses, live to cry another day.  Run, hide, shake in your boots.  Worry, the fraidy cats are first in line.  Lecture. Apathy is your friend, healthy and clean.  Don't hear, don't listen.  They are yanking, they yank and yank and yank.  They think we are understanding what they are putting down, but we are full of liberty.  We are simmering with freedom.

CF GFC Pappy was a big man, whose love was bigger than life. Slim was an out of towner in town working for a time.  Slim started sniffing after Pappys daughter, Pappy saw they were having fun.  The days go on and two became one, making Slim, Pappy's only son.   Pappy lead with a spiritual tone, inspiring slim to develop his own. Slim watched taking notes as they went, trials ensued, but they weren't alone.  Building barns, moving beds, and traveling some, Slim  was left to carry on. The shoes were big and Slim felt small, but Pappy was there even though  he was gone. White willow from his past, an ancestral plant that barely lasts. Slims cultivated that plant, long time after Pappy passed.  First bloom came the summer after Pappy went home from here.   The coveted plant is treated with care as slim gives it the upmost care. Pappy was a good man, he was strong as an Ox. He spent his days preaching the Word of the cross He loved to look at...

Lifted by the wind 3500 hundred feet. Going bout 165, above the crowded streets. Headed to Magnolia, suspended in flight. The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right. Sun disappeared into a blazing red horizon. Dusk of the west leave a grown man crying. Buckle your seat belts, pull 'em on real tight. The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right. In the dark was Arkansas several miles away. Getting excited, Dodger's bout to play. Then we started our decent from the sky. The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right. Coming in from the south, the runway lit up. Landed soft and smooth, without any fuss. Saddle up, y'all!!  Was the Mulerider's night. Now the lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right. CCGC/CCGG/FFCC/CFGC

  This debunking is merely creating doubt.  It's a tactic, likely means there's some truth to the debunked.  Otherwise, why bother debunking?  They got fact checkers for that, and fact suckers, and fact makers.  When hoaxes become reality, they're at optimal operating efficiency. These propaganda pros are slick, they stick to the plan.  They lie big.  And often, and again and again.  They operate with rigor, words words words, jam em with words.  They got the goods on the right folks.  Look away from where they point to look.  In the opposite direction, see in 20/20 Gonzo vision.  Clear, unconfused, where things add up.  Like an iceberg, really, the tip is all we need to know.  The ommission media is on another mission, they are blindfolders.

OK, OK, OK, lemme get this straight.  The OK sign is a White superiority thing now.  The raised 3 of the NBA long distance bombers, and other basketball players, guys and gals.  The joint smoking sign, rolled and passed.  Don't get burned by the roach. Not buying it, a pile of dummy dung.  The racers are desperate, the people aren't experiencing what they describe.  The news hacks don't journalism anymore, Geraldo ruined them all.  They are heads.  Back in 3, 2, 1. Keep the OK sign in tact.  Either hand, or both.  Fold the pinky and ring finger down.  That's about right, that's about right.  Finger chicken good.

  Think it's fact, most likely it's true.  Supression is evasive by nature, it was born to hide.  Cheer up, Francis.  This is the time of your life.  This is it. Our baggage is not yours, our pettiness will die with us, unresolved.  Stuck in our ways and means, frozen in our generation.  Conditioned.  Wisdom is aware.  Stay tuned, always stay tuned. Give Freud the slip, he was obsessed with his own business.  An egomaniac.  Get over the hump.  Coasting time, the beach says it all, waves of waves, coming in waves.  They all break somewhere.

Works like a transaction.  All the promising, all the winking, all the links, structured just right.  These bills are paid in full.  Now for services rendered, accounts receivables is satisfied.  With elections coming up, working on the next round of funding. Push the mandering, Gerry.  Lock it in unless we need a tuck, or a duck.  Don't leave it to luck.  Get used to the razor wire fencing, blockade out the tourists, much less trash around.  You are talking to no one, fill out a form to suggest, encourage, or comment.  We are tied up, busy.  Make sure we get some good angles, our makeup goes runny in the lights.  Ribbons and pins, they speak to people, ribbons and pins say it all.  Call everyone friend.  God bless everything. 

The guitar player was gulping wine between tunes, overdressed for the occasion.  Italian chords and nylon strings.  Chick singer sang creamy notes.  Straight rows of vines, umbrellas shading the sun.  Bluest sky of the year, perfectly cool breeze. Texas Hill Country vibe with complex, simple tastes.  Tannins, fruits, aromatic stimulation.  Balance.  Set your pace in the middle.  Keep the mood light, keep the lights dim. Watch for deer and smokies on the way back from Austin.  Especially at 1 am.  The Saxon Pub on Monday night should not be missed.  Then Donn's Depot, where that sweet keys player who played with Glen Campbell plays 'til midnight.  Name droppers all over that town.