Words barter discussion

Climbing high up a rotting tower sitting on top of a steep hill ... the fear of falling was great....

A big man slipped at the base of the tower and fell head over heels...

He was gravely injured by the time he hit the bottom and stopped... cars simply passed him buy as he laid still there.

Flying bye  overhead like a bird in an aluminum and Dacron machine... it was low on fuel thus the pilot had a concern.

Worshipful thing.......... God's and fuel and the paper currency.

Diatribes are being written........... as we sleep...... as we speak.

Words barter discussion...... even if meaningless.

Masked Approval ...........

Or disapproval I suppose either way................. does not escape me.


My Pillow for a desk... suites me fine.......

Painted Scenes.........

Fleeting thoughts of meaning pass then I do not recall.

A crumpled Passport in my dreams... a deflated Debit Card... a folded hundred dollar bill.

Time waits for no one.

Crawling on hands and knees on rusty roof tops... full of fear, falling  into a room full of the Nasty sorts...

For hundreds of Years  we as children played out  in a Shakespearean skit on a stage to amuse ourselves.... today we drool on
Electronic devices.

Having written a book... on living in Big Pine Key Florida and the Florida Keys.. and Key West

I lived in the Florida Keys for over 30 years... I met and befriended to a degree a considerable number of  characters?

You see I have been working on this book for some years actually... its sort of a toss up between a book and a Screen Play in ones head... mine...

So I am wanting to see if any of the creepy crawlers pick up on my Key Words in this blog...  words like The Florida Keys and Key West... and Homelessness  Big Pine Key  etc...

I am conflicted as to if I should sell the book or give it away...  it has photos even.. and has been nicely edited and proof read my my dear sister... M.J.

I am sure it is still in some rough form say for the upcoming movie debut...  and its so short its only like 50 pages... I am still stumped I could live for over 30 years in the Fabulous Florida Keys those smiling Islands and cough up only 50 pages... but I console myself in the knowing I can write future volumes....

So bla bla bla you see..

The Florida Keys are unique in that they shook the upper 48 you see and anything that was loose fell down to the Keys....

Its a very NON cultural place in my opinion with a shrouded in mystery sort of history.. loads of unsolved crimes etc...

And some real true spirits roam  those Islands of Los Martyrs.......  so here is my indecent proposal.. if your reading this... quit frankly I doubt it.... but as a test... like for an S.T.D.  if you have gotten this far.. and find any curiosity of what it was really like living in the 80's to 2013 in the Keys... drop me a note and I will send you a free.. copy.. in return for some feed back.

my address is  www.americanworkmule@gmail.com   I will look in my spam file for you...
I trust free is not to much to ask is it?

You understand my wanting to get a pulse on this.. I am sure.

Thank you John Gerace  A.K.A.  John Q Smith....  

My next big experiment...... Jamaica May Day

Do you know what a Lada is?  Its a funky little car they have a lot of in Cuba.... What is really neat is to be sitting in the back seat in the middle between two armed guards in green military uniforms... and driving through the night from Veradero to Havana... and then being placed in an Iron Cage...  at 2 A.M.

Inside the iron cage is a Cuban man laying on a bunk in speedos... he seems friendly enough...
dear oh dear oh dear.............. he breaks out a pen... it has a little U.S. Flag  emblem on it... he points.. adamant at it and says  " you see this flag... this is my flag in broken Inglish... and spits on the floor in Cuban lock up....

The toilets are overflowing.. god forbid having to take a shit... no toilet paper? No problem just use one of your socks.... now you are down to one.

There is a fountain out in the foyer... its not for pissing in.. you find out when the kindly old Cuban man informs you.... midstream... oh I am sorry.. excuse me... you know us Americans.... pissing in the drinking water and not even realize it....  I am glad the Nigerians were sleeping... those mother fuckers were 7' tall.. with schwangs down to their knees..  I was not looking but could not help but see...

I tell you what 3 days of that shit was enough....

How is my blog going so far?

Eh

Eh