Casually Smashed to Pieces

road journal in no particular order:

june of july when summer starts. It used to be when school ends - is summer. simple enough. now we pack bags and load the truck for camping or some disney world bullshit. stock up on explosives; fire- crackers, mortar shells, bottle rockets - the 4th. charcoal for the grill, bright red cooler stocked with bagged ice .

I like the road at medium distances. the great lakes and oceans blue. I like mile high cliffs and smokey mountains the peaks and valleys and her curves. anywhere. anywhere with you. I try to count the orange trees. they fly by in a hazy blur, im doing 85 or 88 mph. bugs hit the windshield with a Thump.Thump. Splat. Florida presents one the most boring of drive. flat awful roads; the occasional road kill. skies can open and pour down on you in a blink of an eye. torture you with black and grey and wet. Yes, there is lightning, more strikes than any state in the union. As suddenly blue skies, birds singing. all in all the surroundings near and far are not much for recalling. drink your fluids, check your gauge for overheating.

high noon mind numb with motion and vibration. It's not long before the sun drops off a western horizon. keep the radio playing loud, keep driving, keep taking mental notes. Are those mountains or clouds up ahead? Is that the ocean im driving into.. the abyss? tricks and illusions. Im not cut out for long distance. she kisses me awake with sugary redbull kisses. Im vaguely aware of She & Him playing from the tiny dashboard speakers- it seems to fit my mood now, fit this road and hour, twang and whisper and zooey eyes. I start to fade again. Half asleep I pull into a small motel, single level maybe 15 rooms. serene, half cozy half dirty. neon pink screaming Vacancy and cold a\c. In the dawns early light the office window is fogged with condensation. a glow creepy and inviting.

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The gas light has been on for the last 30 miles. So now I m pumping gallons of fuel into the tank. road weary with a slight Red Bull buzz. I like motels with window shaker a\c's units. the soothing hum and glow of vending machines that for 2 dollars can dispense me ice cold Mountain Dew. A motel that suffers through the off season months, through the hard times. like these. a motel so rightly fucked in and fucked up. Over chlorinated pool that burns my eyes and tingles my skin. A hard pillow and hard cock and two fingers in her mouth. scream. moan. It's okay. We ain't from around here and we aint never coming back.

june of july how wonderful to be alive and able to write this. running out of ink and out time. she calls for me to hurry it up, there's a nasty storm coming from the South. Get back in the truck, get back in and just drive. drive. drive.

She & Him - Thieves (BBC)

mischief, mayhem, cake

I've always wanted a Hallowedding. i picked up the cake, that was my job. It has the blood splatters placed like i wanted. I had to get the placement right even if it's supposed to look random. Okay, i told them to fix a few things on it , but the decorator lady wasn't mad. Now It's elegant yet spooky. Cake is important. It's wishes and luck.


I told my girl to pick out where she wanted to go after and she said Disney World, like she just won the Super Bowl. " I'm going to Disney World"
Why? i asked.
Never been. she said.
I was trying to sell her on a North Carolina Cabin i had heard about. Mountains and cold.
But how can someone have NEVER been to Disney?


It's okay because I just bought a vintage 70's mickey shirt( see tumblr) the other day and it's soft as butter and awesome. Least I'll have something to wear. I have to get ready soon. I was a few hours late to my last wedding. This time I think she's the one who might not show. That would be funny. She's not a virgin.

A quickie wedding and the party later tonight. There's going to be family, friends, ex-lovers, Italian food, Halloween surprises, candy and a piano player who will play music from Nightmare and Corpse Bride. I asked for some Pan's Labyrinth too. Oh, and Billy Idol's White wedding on piano should be fun.

broken highways mended fences

I drive my fist into the face
of another beautiful day

when it changes
let it

it's supposed to be
like this

kind of happy
kind of lost
kind of broken
kind of sweet

my love is
a permanent,
bruise

admire it in
the mirror
think of me after
i've gone

a bee- sting
a car- crash

i charge at each day
each love
each word
each you

as if it were my
last

Good Winter, the happiest place on earth ?

Disney is fun, but I've seen couples get into fights right inside the supposed happiest place on earth. The soundtrack: charmingly sweet music being piped in from every direction. Music actually pushes thru from speakers in the land-scaping.
A woman throws an Mickey ice-cream bar at her husband. A push and shove in line at the Rocket Sky-lite refreshment center. Tourists I presume.
The point is...are we safe anywhere? All this rage and anger. Leave it at home. Leave it in a dark place. Don't take it with you. When all I want is a Sandwich at Lake Buena Vista, All I want is a ride on Pirates. Baby, all I want is your fine, your happy, your all day every day.....

The picture up there is Vanessa Ferlito. I first saw her in Sopranos for 2 episodes. I thought she looked like a keeper and she did end up on CSI:NY. It's cool she is one of my people: Italian.

I've only watched one DVD of note this month. It was a documentry: KING OF KONG.
I do highly recommend it if you have interest in classic video arcade games. It's basically about this guy who gets laid off from his job and starts playing an old Donkey Kong game he has set up in his garage. He wants to beat the record High score and the high score is held by another odd ball who set it way back in the 80's when he was teenager. He holds the title for Donkey Kong and a few other classic arcade games. Turns out, He lives down here in South Florida (Where I live). Anyway, the new guy beats the score. But it's disputed and then a whole big thing starts over this Donkey Kong and getting the World Record. I won't tell you more. But, It's good.http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0923752/

A saint is not ashamed of being despised, but saddened to see good counsel spurned. That life be brief does not depress him but avoidable suffering distresses him. He keeps his mind free of vain endeavors and embraces wisdom. By becoming one with the Great Unity the saint avoids the whirlpool of the mundane vanities.

- Wen-tzu