jpaulgorman

  There I was walking through the door. Word got out it was Tupps At Four. Thought about The Yard, Plano's too far. Maybe I can bike it, no need for a car. Step up and choose your favorite brew. Or take a taste of something new. Check out the art, tour the machines. The twisted iron and the music scene. Stand up, sit down, lounge on the couch. Make a food truck run or just hang out. Propeller fans and stacks of cans. Echoes from some Nantucket jams. There I was walking through the door. Word got out it was Tupps At Four. Thought about The Yard, Plano's too far. Maybe I can bike it, no need for a car. GDCGx3/DCDG

  Make it for this, sell it for that. Gotta make a profit or the business cracks. Microchips, steel and wood. Cutting into my margins good. Please, please, please. Take it from me. Never wanna get into a marginsqueeze. Oh, no, no. Takes more dough. To buy the same thing I bought a week ago. Refinance and print cash for free. Gold won't hold in the 22nd century. Waiting around for the great default. While the criminals are already bought. EADEx2//AEDEx2

  Sitting on the patio ahead of the curve. Hammock I'm on got the perfect swerve. Breeze coming through, keeping it cool. Degrees ain't earned by lazy fools. Aww, that's some gravy chilling. That's some high tone grilling. That's some sweet dealing. Yes, that's some gravy chilling. Fake it to the hoop, take a step back. Behind the line, got to bank the cash. Or cut hard to the lane looking to dish. Either way I go, I just can't miss. Aww, that's some gravy chilling. That's some high tone grilling. That's some sweet dealing. Yes, that's some gravy chilling. CG/DCGx2//AmCx3/DCG

  There is no relevance to your red carpet.  Read the room.  Preen and glare into the flashes, glamorous and indignant.  Your public is a hassle, you know the depth of your shallow pool, no diving, no horseplay.  This is serious, we have war. Pilled and coked, vaped and doped.  Agents are sweating and hyperventilating, chauffeurs are pretending to dig everything, interviewers are having audio difficulties.  The shit show of America.  Stand for the Indians, the Ukrainians won't mind.  They have other worries. Steal from the past, even Toy Story gets ripped off.  Nothing new, same scripts.  Like stale cinematic bread, bland and hard to digest.  Knotty stomach aches all around, acid reflux moans, a pepto bismol evening.  Try not to crack a tooth.  

  Sneers of the future, full of snide. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. All day long the bombs kept dropping. Old man shuffles through a field of bodies. Says there's gonna be a consequence. Watch out, man, I'll build a border fence. Out on a Sunday wandering and shopping. Old man shuffles through a field of bodies. Snake eyes squinting like they always do. His mask keeps him from the Kung Fu Flu. Once the drooling starts there ain't no stopping. Old man shuffles through a field of bodies. Three or four wars, never made no peace. Vietnam, Baghdad, blood in the streets. Something smells fishy, something smells rotten. Old man shuffles through a field of bodies. GAmx2 GD CG

Mad is right, he seems upset and crazed.  The Russian leader, long known for his conniving smarts and strategic moves, didn't go loopy overnight.  His stoicism is legendary, his relationships are crafted, his history is telling.  Madness alters judgement, madness creates delusions, madness don't compromise.  Pragmatism is of secondary concern. His two uncles were killed in WWII, his grandfather was the personal chef to Stalin and Lenin, he began Judo at age 12.  Then, on to the KGB and the life of an inside operator until the Soviet collapse.  The 1990's were the darkest days for the Russians since millions were killed by famine and Germans in the middle of last century.  With all these grinds, he accumulated his stock of axes.  He took over the first day of the century, promising to make Russia great again. Guess the handshakes and summits didn't work, all the presidents, all the vice presidents, all the secretaries and senators.  Wasted buf...

  "Tell me about my schedule today, boy.  I got no time for messing around, you see, better toe the line, you see, I need a whole hour for lunch, man.  Step back, out of my way, I got the runs.  Stinking you out, but you'll get used to it, keep the bathroom unlocked, you use the one down the hall.  The Oval Bowl is all mine, I'm the President of the United States." "Nice, nice, a bike ride, now that's some fun, keep moving is what I always say.  Stand still and you might freeze up, end up stiff, take it from me.  Cut that Vietnam War meeting with those G.I.'s, ditch the Baghdad call, ghost Kabul, we might have new war now.  Heard that Putin fella might invade Ukraine, we just can't let that happen.  Not on my watch, not on this watch, not on any watch." "Get my son on the face television, he's got some new art he wants to show me.  He's working in ash now, all his pictures are made with ashes.  He burns all his clothes and uses the...

  It is years from now.  Everybody shares almost everything deemed essential: transportation, homes, food, employment, clothes, you name it.  The Deemer Commission is responsible for organizing and administering the use of these types of resources, and also deem multiple levels of states of emergencies, which, in turn, determines the use of these types of resources.  Share the sacrifice, share the blame, share the shame. The previous generation's criminals made off with the money, took the whole pie and stuffed it in their pockets.  Left us with some crust and crumbs, a little fruit filling smeared around the edges of the tin pan.  Took those dollars and converted them to pounds, the revenge of the English was in the banks.  Our grandparent's grandparent's parents were greedy idiots, fooled by emotions, laced with cowardice, addicted to mope; the hypnotized generation, as they were called. The generation after them had it the roughest, they had known...

The media that cried wolf, few believe them anymore.  Only the willing suckers, only the wannabe lollipops, only the dazed and confused.  The real news is your common senses, what you think, feel, hear, smell, and see.  What you know.  Your own data analysis, your own math. The faces of our leaders are melting, few are following, few are even taking their calls.  The old skin of America, thin and blemished.  Their instincts are delayed, their responsiveness is unacceptable, their accessibility is gone.  Create your own nation, a spinoff, a separatist state, out of this loop of war.  Uninformed, without experts, clean. The cowards are waking now, now that the sun is shining bright on the truth, as it does.  By midmorning they will reset, by noon the t-shirts will be ready.  They'll be cowards again by early afternoon, pretending to be fighting in a war.  Stealing the glory of others, suffering nothing, risking nothing, braving nothi...

The readers on the news are shoveling it, the scripts are full of bullshit.  Serve it up without shame, hold your nose at first, eventually you'll get used to it.  A bit gamey, but it does the job, it fills the brain, it tastes fine after a while.  Like crickets, like slugs, like bats--eat up.  Wipe your chin off with your t-shirt, napkins are in short supply. Get in on the inside, the scenes are horrible, like an apocalypse movie.  The political readers can't even read, the PowerPoint decks are out of order.  Russia is invading Russia.  The words they read makes no sense, they are suppling chains for the big yanking.  They don't care about your grandchildren's grandchildren, they don't care about Ukrainian children or Urkainian women or Ukrainian men. Sanctions, cackle, refugees, cackle, planes, cackle, hospital explosions, cackle, insider trading, cackle, icebergs, cackle, next slide, cackle.  Walk like an Egyptian, let my people go. ...

  Don't care what gas costs. Nevermind this traffic jam. Soon we'll be cruising through That Texas open land. (Chorus) We need some road. Wanna cut loose. Drive with the windows down. Change my whole attitude. Gonna go south from here. Shunpiking after Waco. Bluebonnets blooming. Scratchy radio. (Chorus) We're skipping Austin. We're skipping San Antone. Too many cars and folks. We kinda wanna be alone. (Chorus) Gonna watch dawn and dusk. Eat Port Aransas seafood. Sleep like the beach bums sleep. Near the ocean blue. (Chorus) GCG GDG GDG DCG

They ain't living like the refugees, but they're here for them in spirit and fashion.  Thoughts and prayers and solidarity and ribbons and pins.  How heroes are made, how viruses are defeated.  Sounded like an invite, a small incursion was one thing, a large incursion was another.  The weakling muttered at the microphone as he stood soft and wobbly. His decay seemed forced, the circle talking, the circle jerks, the circle of grease.  Map it out, missles for cash, they weren't paid for planes, they weren't paid for no fly zones, they weren't paid for war.  This is not our fight, he reasoned, just keep the wire transfers and SWIFT transactions moving, "Clear out the prosecutors, I'm from Scranton and Beau is dead."  He's not up for the moment, he's in the basement bunker, betrayers are betrayers by nature, and traitors are traitors to the end. This feeling of being manipulated, so easy to recognize, so transparent.  The bullshit is deep, the cow...

GEmAmD Go on paint me with your own mind. Create the picture you want to see. Mix the oils just right, use the brush that makes it tight. The curves are just like they need to be. Tell me all the I've lost for good. Then tell me what you need to grow. You should know I would, you should know I could. But you cut me loose a long time ago. And your picture looks alright to to me. Abstractions always catch my eyes. Your popping colors are sweet, your framing lines are neat. And the lighting catches it just right. Go on and paint me with your own mind. Go on and paint me with your own mind. Go on and paint me with your own mind. Go on and paint me with your own mind.

Big stories from the headroom news patio, gasoline has hit the fan, nevermind the suffering refugees, nevermind the stink in the high heavens, nevermind somebody's robot speech.  The death ticker is next, we've seen the thing, twice removed, arms length.  The viralology experts have been replaced, the map pointers and war sages are pointing and mapping and suggesting.  In other happenings, the new Batman movie is setting records.  It's a story about a city being destroyed, innocent people being blown up, crazy weirdos, and corruption at the highest levels. The spoonman in our White House has left his mind behind.  Still stirring the race soup, he boosts it with vaccine injections and seasons it with Ukrainian patriotism.  Glad he stays in Deleware most of the time, keep the human rot smell away from our presidential bedrooms.  Like an undesirable guest, he should get blackballed on the AirBB reviews.  One star, let's not rent to him again. Turn ...

  This must be another universe, these parties have crashed.  Get the kids together and see what happens, the peacemakers have been exiled, the madness is on the live wire, the reporters do nothing but report on reports, or statements, or releases.  Take no side, be for the people.  Time to walk away so more people don't die, time to draw up some conditions, time to quit.  Ditch the diplomats, they have budgets on their minds, they don't produce peace, they are greedy cowards. My own congressional representative in D.C. just resigned.  Something about an affair with a former member of ISIS, the radical group that was chopping infidel heads off on YouTube 7 years ago. Never got to meet this Van Taylor, now I'm glad I never shook his hand, no telling where it's been.  Seems like treason to me, but I'd have to look up the law.  At least he resigned. The current state of this union is awake, incumbent fish frys are being scheduled all over.  D...

  I'm done with Van. Supposed to be my man. Didn't make a stand. Not much of a fan. We need some spine. Done with wine and dine. Done with robbing us blind. Ain't it about time. Turn up the grease. An incumbent feast. Fry 'em where they sleep. Need to keep the peace. Respect yourself. Good for your heath. Time to ditch the filth. Vote for Keith Self. EADE