jpaulgorman

  Where to start?  Get better soon, Ray McCarthy.  You were kinda missed, but we made sure you were near, with a mugshot pasted on the left speaker stand, off to the side.  Joe Vanzant got his keys pedal going and filled in like a professional.  Only a 10 minute drive for him, he's practically a 177er now.  Adopted as their own.  Chris Allen brought the five strings of bottom and boomed the top of the red barn clean off.  The balcony patrons shivered.  Bill Bachman brushed aside the mute monitors and banged and brushed and cleaned off every tune like a Bachman should.  His grandfather, inventer of the 33rpm record, is tapping his toes somewhere, somehow.  He knows technology.  The Sing Bats arrived right on time and sang like they must've been from space. Effortless and flowing, like space women almost. Those space notes. Finally, and with more appreciation than the rest, our band leader, Mike Lowery.  His Evil Ways is ...

  Mutter all you want, these things move where they will.  Like continents, only countries and cultures.  We woke ourselves to a new reality, color explosions and razor thin skin.  It's too bad, chuckling and joshing each other was a blast, roasting was an art.  Things just don't seem funny anymore. I blame myself and God and the devil, of course.  Only perspective can change, the thing is the thing, uncontrollable as ever, a glowing pixel screen, a mighty megaphone, follower bots and ranters.  Get to a million and you can be somebody, those days are over.  For real.  For real for real. Because dogs are fed up, our attentions have been taken.  Cats, too, probably.  I wouldn't know, actually, they might not care.  Either way, enough is enough.  Let's all nap in the quiet, it's been a great wake.

  It's up for grabs every day and night, free will is real, although most don't recognize it.  Fate plays it's part, but these are problems we encounter, big and small.  If we want to.  And here, it gets dicey.   It's hard, we're removed, we're living our lives, going round and round, and spinning. Looking out my window now, so calm and peaceful, words effortless, sentences seamless, paragraphs of five.  The Great Wake was inevitable, America doesn't sleep in, usually.  We got drugged somehow.  Manipulated and done wrong, prolly slipped it in our drinks, like the Dallas bartenders do.  They hate you when they look at you like they hate you. Splash your face!  Do some jumping jacks, move around.  Then sit still and take a hundred deep breaths.  Think of space, we have never been at this place before, but don't think too long.  It'll make you crazy.

  The smartest of the cream crop got tricked so easily.  Time to reevaluate our cream crop standards.  Perhaps it was stirred too much, or too little.  Either way, our academic institutions have failed to cultivate and prepare the current batch properly, depending on what the context is or is not.  They giggle under their breath when they hate. The Deplorable States Of America seem chill to me, especially out in the country.  Never better.  The beaches are still hitting nice, the quiet rolling hills of parks and golf courses, the laughter of people doing their people things.  Many birds fly south in the winter, they love it down here.  Get away from the grumps near the brain numb, dead, and snooty Ivy league. The mocking will continue, the satire will expose them. The hypocrites will whine, like hypocrites do, depending on the context of what is or is not, anyways.  They do hate you with that look that looks like they hate you.  Us...

  The enemies of saying are all around.  The offended, the frail, the waxy ears of hearing.  The burnt eyes of the uncomfortable, the truth hurts to read and see.  Even grey area is too much, the enemies of saying have no nuance, no understanding, they have below average grey matter. Their skin is sensitive and paper thin. But it's all fine, time will tick anyway, this thing doesn't go on forever.  Talk yourself out, but save some for later.  There is much we don't know, our intelligence is miniscule.  Discovery is finding out, like archeology, it was there all along.  Inventions, too. Ultimately, we know the end is near, but we know nothing about it.  Thank God for faith and hope, otherwise, shutter the thought.  Give up, worry no longer.  It's the most destructive state of mind, with it's sleeplessness and doom. Jus' saying.