jpaulgorman

  Sunk into the crystal white beach, just a hop, a skip, and a jump, over to the Emerald Coast of Florida.  Gulfweed was floating ashore from the Sargasso Sea, a region of the Altlantc Ocean framed by four currents, the only sea in the world without a land border.  The lush plants were signs of a healthy and producing ocean, don't believe the hype, the water of earth is in top condition.  The waves were cresting and crashing, looping and busting, popping and locking, then finally, gliding and sliding onto the sand.  Beach Disco. Starts with a uh-huh, rolling in from the deep.  Then we get the boom bam after it reaches its peak.  After that it seems to sizzle, as it fizzles to your feet.  Reaches far as it can, where land and water meet.  Then that wave rides back out again, wants to rock around some more, wants to find its disco friends, left them on the ocean floor. And each wave has a story, none the same.  They go where they go, pla...

  We went where the French were quartered in the late morning.  Tight roads, colorful buildings, steel railed balconies draped with colorful beads and spanish moss, restaurants, courtyards, inns, art galleries, salons, bars, old fashioned beggars, soap shops, dog shops, hat shops, dress shops, and more bars.  Jazz, zydeco, and booming paint buckets echoed through narrow city block canyons, huge magnolias covered green park squares.  A toxic mix of odors combined to produce a smell of basic puke, a smell that could not be ignored or avoided.  America's drain, dump your trash in the Mississippi and it'll find its way to New Orleans. People keep coming down, hustling, looking for big easys, looking for kicks. Cry babies keep moving.  Andrew Jackson knew the importance of the town, he recruited natives and Lafitte's pirates to help fight off the Brits after they burned down the White House.  In the end, they were too prissy for the swamps, they were no m...

  We were wind driving, swirling through east Texas between an 18-wheeler with log chips flying out and a jacked up black suburban with illegal dark tint.  Television was kicking in with Marquee Moon and the gals were in various states of sleeping, navigating, joking, and leaving their worries behind.  Their baby was boarded back in Dallas.  Suddenly, we ran up on some tire debris, all over I-20 ahead of us.  Nothing to do but glide through it, gonna be some rubber on the road, I assured them, be calm, no jerking the wheel. Real life driving lessons aside, the time for lessons is over and done for now, their life is ahead, and they are formally prepared.  Now the settling in, the removal of testing burdens.  No presentations, no deadlines around here, shake it off in New Orleans.  The Paladar 511 is ready to serve, the wagyu was sliced atop a bean puree, arugula and grilled turnips, and small maple bacon chunks.  Grilled to medium, it was sc...

  A moron will march for death.  A moron will deny their private parts.  A moron will eat media mush in their oatmeal.  A moron will burn a flag.  A moron will step on a crack, breaking their mamma's back. A moron will buy the t-shirt, the one that must be bought.  A moron will yank their own chain.  A moron will honk their horn in anger, like a road rage yell.  A moron will whine alot.  A moron will nod and nod and nod and nod. A moron will not get the joke.  A moron will talk alot about hypocrisy.  A moron will find patriotism eventually, though not all patriots are morons, or even many--most patriots are authentic patriots, the morons among them are easy to spot.  A moron will sound like a moron.  A moron will assume you are a moron.

  One day you realize the good guys were the bad girls, and the good girls were the bad guys.  Looking back, it all makes sense, the total eclipse of the heart.  But that means nothing now, this is our time still, this is our woke up call.  Let the summer simmer, exhaust your grievances, wail and moan, march and chant, wear your costume.  All in good fun. Burn ban in the west, winds are whirling wild.  Smokey smells, charcoal ruins, ashes in the air.  The California Governor is in his forest fire jacket again, his camera crew follows him everywhere.  In San Francisco, he built the largest tarp city ever known.  He seems an ugly, ineffective man of unusual inauthenticity. The boom balloon deflated, the helium got sucked up by the gigglers, the bull headed yappers who buy, buy, buy.  Stick to the plan they'll say, history is on your side.  The fat is best cut after the grilling, let the juices fry.  Sear with the high heat all ...

  Then the People's Mob took over. Rationality became so fly. Pragmatism in the afternoon. Flashlights through the night. What we saw in the capital halls. Like it was written for the movie screens. Insulting my intelligence. Think you know what I mean. (Chorus) Make way for the People's Mob, we coming through in waves. Had it with your bribery racquets, your needles and your chains. Back to basics now, we know our time got robbed. Now's the time to testify, answer to the People's Mob. Thirsty for war, thirsty for whores. Greased up, paid up, your time has passed. Wonder where they got all that dough. Think we should find out fast. Tell me the who, wanna know why. Put 'em on the stand, make 'em sweat. Interrogation of the tyrant class. You ain't seen nothing yet. EAx3 DAE (Chorus) AEx3 DAE

  The weak imposters, talking about javelins and stingers, not considering the death they endorse.  Their podiums and prompters are disappearing, they will be run off.  But they don't know peace, they will attach their doom to others, they are heartless, soulless, and brainless.  Hooked up, hooked on, and hooked out.  Caught. It's called the Declaration Of Independence for a reason.  Apart from authority, apart from royalty, apart from conformity.  Leave us alone to live and to die, we'll get by fine without you.  Cut the tax, Jacks, you don't own us.  Truth be known, we just ignore old uncle Sam, he blabbers and points fingers with his dumb hat and goofy scowl. We'll get to the whole truth, beyond speculation, beyond a reasonable doubt.  It'll involve money and death and other details, it almost always does.  Dark is no match for light.  We've been sold out, inflation is pure math.  The crooks must go down.

  The detecting is automatic now.  The best kind of automation, automation of the human mind, thinking through a process and pathway, a certain method of thought.  Starts with the push, the reason we're being swayed.  For money, love, or hate, it's one or more of those, could be all three.  The motive could be the only thing that's true. Note the audience, could be mere validation for those already convinced or casual proclamations to sofly nudge the go-alongers.  Flimsy stuff.  A more independent thinking group, a rational and curious group, requires other actions.  The identify and avoid tactic is the most used. Can't fool those listeners, those with one raised eyebrow, those unconvinced, those with tuned senses, those that ask. False until proven true, the new news.  And, of course, the proof is false too, and must be proven true, and the proof of the proof and so on.  There is plenty of light in fiction, it's non-fiction that fools...

  Take some more soma, gonna sit right here at home ahh, all alone ahh, on my phone ahh.  'Til the morning cracks, when the sun slacks, watch your backs, we're being tracked. Fall into the grey, let come what may, what's that you say, stay away, stay away.  Don't try so hard, let it fall apart, it's just another start, another color chart. You smell like turpentine. Just like turpentine. Break the mold, ditch the old, my blood is cold, won't go where I'm told.  It's a poisoned drink, makes ya think, makes ya think, takes you to the brink. It's all a big mess, this diplomatic address, this hornet's nest, we should all care less.  The end ain't far, a few years is all, another ride in a car, another fight in a bar. CG DCGx2

  Peek-a-boo, we see you.  The professional panicers, the loons, the irrelevant.  We've moved on, we're not in a war, we say what we want to say, we call it like we see it.  Like always.  We ignore signs. Watch that looting, the market crash and grab, just like televisions from Target.  Same element, masked Mercedes theives.  Snagged all the bread, guess they got mouths to feed.  Woe to the underprivileged, send crates of peanut butter and jelly, send powdered milk.  This will be a managed decline. Might as well jump, like 1984.  We've seen the toughest around, roll with the punches, put your back against the record machine.  You know what I mean.  Ignore the worry, ignore the anxiety.  Fly above the story. 

  Maybe it's the goo on my shoe from the backroom hairdoos. Could be some old food voodoo, maybe their bread is turning blue. Couldn't really tell what made the smell, but it smelled like hell. Air was stale like sour milk pails, like a stinky, moldy jail. (Chorus) Paid my green fee. Didn't look like many trees. Just a slight southern breeze. But the stink almost knocked me down. Jumped in a cart about to start, loosening up all my body parts. Broke my heart, they had no scorecards, keeping score in my head is hard. Hit nothing but junk, score was sunk, water balls went kaplunk kaplunk. Was in a funk, was playing like a punk, then I drove by 3 dead skunks. (Chorus) Rest of the round no putts went down, almost par'd 7 but the ball lipped out. This small town, hard pan ground, 9 hole course we somehow found. It was going to pot, place smelled like rot, took a snowman on 8, then took a shot. By 9 we were fine, we'll remember the time, Blanket Muni Golf C...