OrlandoOrlando is the place between Venice and Bangkok. None of that lazy nothing-to-do attitude of sleepy Venice at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday night. It's alive, jumpin and bumpin to the tune of its own heart beat, pulsating through the artery boulevards teeming with drunks dancing together to techo club beats of the wild bar iBars over flowing with college kids of care-not lives, bodies reacting to the sounds and flashing lights of the clubs. It's packed to the brim with big, bright, lit up billboards down all the nitetime neon streets of central Florida, with a drinking age that is too high.
Haikus 8-11-06I'll be 19 soon,I hope.Blue moonliteshines down on my pad.Still too earlyOn the road back home that'sfilled with time waitingfor me to move3:30am--no time to sleepfor this boyBlack trees litby the behind moon;roadside silhouettesBobby and AaronGone forever--We dansed away at iBarIs this what adults do?Get drunk and dance?Drink up-- here's t College!
Shell ShockNo matter how pleasant their demenor, how perfect their put-on, they have all experienced some post-tramatic shell shock that you wouldnt wish on your worst enemy. And you let out a silent "Good God! I'm glad thats not me!"; some deep dark secret that they always carry with them, held tightly on their burdened heart that all the gin in the world can't wash away. And some have been so calloused that their nerve ending are shot and can deal with some real tough shit without giving much thought at all; they'll toss kittens in the ocean and murder their own grandmother without so much as batting an eye.
AntO how great it is to be reborn an Ant. millions of tiny buddhas reborn as creatures devoid of concepts
Jack Kerouac thoughtsHe is reading me his poetry to me and only me tonightI can hear his solemn voice reverberate through this dark houseHe sits in the chair reading alloud his poetry his poetry his poetry
High-Brow High-KooI like farting better than pooping.And when it smells really badI like to pretend I'm cheating death
Rotten EarthThe world is fuckedwe are fuckedhumanity is fucked,the world is rotten,so much sufferingso much tramathe face of this worldlooks pleasant but deepinside all of our coreswe have coke habitsand were rapedat sometime or anotherand there is norunning from it,we are cursedsince our very birth(and even before then) to rot away to rot away in this neverending void, this samsarafor every joy there ispain
AirplaneLooking out the airlinewindow at the abstractcheckerboard patternof property and landdecending on us nearChicago or Indiana orIllinois farmland withlittle puffs of poofyclouds every now andthen. look at thatbeautiful metal wingontop of all thatspeckled tree landon sunny day inmay.O how beautiful thesky and earth are froma plane. "I love it!"I thought, "I love it andI love you!" No matterwhere I go Heaven isthere waiting for me--how did I git here?how many wonderful thingsmust I have done inpast bodhisattva livesto let me live likethis.