The pheromones must of been jumping yesterday in K-Mart.......... Key West....
He was standing in the check out line the young woman behind him had a haircut like that girl in Pulp Fiction... you know the Ceasar Cut... the dark long hair and those bangs..... he smiled , she smiled back....
He had no underwear on and was wearing second hand Camouflage shorts... with a tear in the rear...
He could feel his Dick against the material... and it was starting to grow.... he was standing in line holding some marked down razors and vacuum seal dry storage bags.........
Now what was he going to do?
Think about the Chiclet gum.... That's it.... the spearmint flavored mint.... just to the left in the green box...... in cellophane wrap....
Of course he had to look behind him again ............ how could he resist?
He looked again she smiled once more...
What should he do.... he thought to himself.... ask her if she wanted to go somewhere?
He scurried over to the Dollar Store across the parking lot.... Oh no! inside there was a girl with rainbow colored hair and diamonds piercing her flesh... ....
She was attractive in a raunchy sense... but held no candle the first.... In K-Mart.
Later he thought to himself..............
'Everything is on its way to somewhere'
So, Stay Happy........OK?
The consequences are better that way.
Lets Say you could scrape everything up and encompass it............. What Then?
Study it and Analyze?
Me Is Woe............
Teaching or Instilling in ME..................
OHHHHHHHHH The Girl with the rainbow colored hair..........
The Christmas Cartoon.............
But Just let me THINK!
I was never ASKED.
I wondered and hoped it was not the old lady in front of me wearing a diaper.
The Young Woman in K-Mart.
Showing posts with label Key West. Show all posts
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Monday, December 18, 2017
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Wurst Of The Worst
'Why he is a fine fellow'
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Wurst Of The Worst
'Why he is a fine fellow'
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Among The Casuarina Trees
Hidden among the Casuarina Trees.. The old Cabin Cruiser was blocked up.. sitting in the shade.. There was a giant Avocado tree not far off... it produced so much fruit.. much of it was laying on the ground rotting.
The inside of the Cabin Cruiser had been fitted out to be like a studio apartment.. on one side of the cabin were Charts pasted on the side of the boat... with shaped foam beneath them to give the contour of the Oceans floor, Key West was in the far corner... The Gate Way to the Caribbean. The boat was landlocked, oh who knows it might float?.. or maybe it was to rotten...
Here all these years went bye and he had never discovered this little perfect place to live...The Dream Boat stuffed back in the trees.
Casuarina Trees, Wolf Trees, Australian Pines... maybe they are one and the same....? He was not positive, or maybe they are simply Cousins.... They do afford Shade and make a restful sound when the breeze blows through them, Pure Fact.. That was........
Something always happens when you try.... however he had heard it said there is no such thing as trying.. you are either doing or not? He was not 100% convinced of the accuracy of that statement, but non the less it was food for thought.
"The Sins of the Parents Visit the Children"........... He was thinking perhaps that meant We the children of the parents are guilty of the same Sin's , even more so , than we proliferate, how lovely. Whats your Nasty? he thought.
It was so exciting to find that boat it had been hidden in the woods all these years... like it was calling his name... and all those free avocados just laying on the ground to be simply picked up....
Way to much guacamole.
A peaceful place non the less...
The Mother of the nearby Children was Crying Sad and Sorry and Joyful and Happy all in the same moment, difficult being perfect, He imagined.
Among The Casuarina Trees, if they had not cut some of them down he would simply never have found the boat.. they had grown so close to one another they were almost knit, you could not even walk thru them before.
Protecting , forming a wind break...... they have all been cut down now... They Built a Resort in its stead Today. Still the past had been there.. They whomever they are could never change that... that brought to him a good feeling. Almost Pissey even........ like an Addiction.. it released chemicals in his brain... to appease the feeling.... Angers cousin... he liked her the little Kinky Bitch.
If you drive down the Keys you may see the example of the lone Wolf tree........ growing out of a crack.. on a bridge they decorate it just before the time of the Santa Clause Hype... I remember when it was very small... and how no one thought much of it at all... it was just noticed ... then someone got the cute idea of hanging lights and bringing attention to it, living there alone in such a strategic location... you had to look at it then as always just more so the mindless made it into a Celebrity, there really is no choice now.. even for the dullards....... You must look... Actually I am surprised some mean bastard has not cut it down as of yet... You do know that it is listed as an INVASIVE Species?
Oh Well. Whatever floats your boat... I cast my vote to let it live. But the Cocks Suckers that think it is so cute.. cut down and poison its nearby relations... as their sanctioned duty. The Idiocy of mankind looms on irregardless.
Undetected even. Among the Casuarina Trees.
The inside of the Cabin Cruiser had been fitted out to be like a studio apartment.. on one side of the cabin were Charts pasted on the side of the boat... with shaped foam beneath them to give the contour of the Oceans floor, Key West was in the far corner... The Gate Way to the Caribbean. The boat was landlocked, oh who knows it might float?.. or maybe it was to rotten...
Here all these years went bye and he had never discovered this little perfect place to live...The Dream Boat stuffed back in the trees.
Casuarina Trees, Wolf Trees, Australian Pines... maybe they are one and the same....? He was not positive, or maybe they are simply Cousins.... They do afford Shade and make a restful sound when the breeze blows through them, Pure Fact.. That was........
Something always happens when you try.... however he had heard it said there is no such thing as trying.. you are either doing or not? He was not 100% convinced of the accuracy of that statement, but non the less it was food for thought.
"The Sins of the Parents Visit the Children"........... He was thinking perhaps that meant We the children of the parents are guilty of the same Sin's , even more so , than we proliferate, how lovely. Whats your Nasty? he thought.
It was so exciting to find that boat it had been hidden in the woods all these years... like it was calling his name... and all those free avocados just laying on the ground to be simply picked up....
Way to much guacamole.
A peaceful place non the less...
The Mother of the nearby Children was Crying Sad and Sorry and Joyful and Happy all in the same moment, difficult being perfect, He imagined.
Among The Casuarina Trees, if they had not cut some of them down he would simply never have found the boat.. they had grown so close to one another they were almost knit, you could not even walk thru them before.
Protecting , forming a wind break...... they have all been cut down now... They Built a Resort in its stead Today. Still the past had been there.. They whomever they are could never change that... that brought to him a good feeling. Almost Pissey even........ like an Addiction.. it released chemicals in his brain... to appease the feeling.... Angers cousin... he liked her the little Kinky Bitch.
If you drive down the Keys you may see the example of the lone Wolf tree........ growing out of a crack.. on a bridge they decorate it just before the time of the Santa Clause Hype... I remember when it was very small... and how no one thought much of it at all... it was just noticed ... then someone got the cute idea of hanging lights and bringing attention to it, living there alone in such a strategic location... you had to look at it then as always just more so the mindless made it into a Celebrity, there really is no choice now.. even for the dullards....... You must look... Actually I am surprised some mean bastard has not cut it down as of yet... You do know that it is listed as an INVASIVE Species?
Oh Well. Whatever floats your boat... I cast my vote to let it live. But the Cocks Suckers that think it is so cute.. cut down and poison its nearby relations... as their sanctioned duty. The Idiocy of mankind looms on irregardless.
Undetected even. Among the Casuarina Trees.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
The Very Special People of Key West Florida.
He was hanging out by the dumpsters... near the channel that separates Key West from Stock Island... known as Cow Key Channel.. he had been mucking along in the aromatic putrid shallows... Ah the smell of sea decay, he was new in town...
He met this guy at the outdoor beach showers he seemed o.k.. but you know how it is when you first meet some one...No real friend... his true friends were mostly dead or far away, then along came this really weird dude.. big fellow.. Slow thinking type with a large peg head... they called him Bluto... he did not seem terribly bright... though I am sure he must of had some Island of expertise.. as most do... after much difficulty he got on his wet long pants and tennis shoes on.. after the sopping struggle he looked up and there sitting like a Pixie on top of one of the dumpsters was this small Cuban woman wearing a red Bandana on her head it was apparent to him she had just recently made the crossing....from her Homeland she was speaking in fast, hard pounding Spanish.... and smoking a big fat cigar... she had on blue jeans on up to her mid leg chins ... she was aiming her words at him and they were coming out like bullets from of a machine gun...... whoa, whoa, whoa, he said... D-e-s-p-a-c-i-o.. porfavor... she stuck her pasty white tongue out at him...She said her name was Mary Ann... wow.. what a sweet heart... this was a nasty girl... a version of a Bloody Mary from South Pacific or perhaps Mary Ann from Gilligans Island gone terribly terribly wrong...... he was certain she was capable of cutting his throat with a rusty blade.... all he was looking for was a twinkle in her eye... there was none, that is what scared him the most, she would probably be one nasty fuck he thought... as the smoke came rolling out of her mouth... she was no innocent lamb and getting older, kind of scary... really.
Even for him.... and he never thought of himself as easily a feared.
Its was rich and poor thing there as many places in the world he thought... always is always has been, he used to be sort of rich in comparison to his existence... now... he was walking around as of recent in just his fruit of the Looms and a button down shirt with jut one button on the next to the very top button hole and barefoot... where were his damn clothes?
He could not remember where he had put them or ... or maybe he was wearing all that was all he had... Hmmm.
He had to go see whats her name... God she was beautiful.... a vision, and here he was penny less bum... still she liked him....a little but not enough... he had always wanted to fuck her.. but.. he had an unwritten rule, he never screwed married women out of respect for their husbands... he knew how that tasted.... call it a weird moral....among'st a few.... very few.
Her house was an antique shop as well... he swung the door open.. and there she was.. all dressed up putting on her last bit of make up on in front of a mirror... and a small pink suitcase on wheels with the handle extended right behind her... she was wearing a pant suit affair... and had a flower in her hair....
Damn she looked good... he thought, she was troubled... he said, 'Can we talk about it?'
Her response was , 'before I go somewhere now and fuck? she said.
Oh man... don't do it he thought..... right at the same moment some other dude... the friend or accomplice to the guy she was going over to fuck showed up... with a big lumber yard style push cart and was loading up antiques to buy...
oh I get it... the unmentioned price or perk or benefit... for her going over and breaking her vows.... large purchases.... he thought to himself.
and damn he wanted to fuck her too... himself.... what a pig.... she probably would not fuck him anyway...
I mean standing there broke... barefoot, in his stained fruit of the loom whitey tightys... with not too big of a bulge.. and that button down shirt with only one button on it second to the top hole.... he was a prime looker... no doubt he was aware of it, how could she resist?
oh but her... smelling so good fresh out of the shower and putting that last bit of make up on in front of the mirror... and topped off with a flower in her hair even....
She was very close to becoming Guilty as charged..... Don't do it little bitch.... its not worth it.
Better you break clean with your husband about being more attentive to you.
The Very Special People of Key West Florida.
He met this guy at the outdoor beach showers he seemed o.k.. but you know how it is when you first meet some one...No real friend... his true friends were mostly dead or far away, then along came this really weird dude.. big fellow.. Slow thinking type with a large peg head... they called him Bluto... he did not seem terribly bright... though I am sure he must of had some Island of expertise.. as most do... after much difficulty he got on his wet long pants and tennis shoes on.. after the sopping struggle he looked up and there sitting like a Pixie on top of one of the dumpsters was this small Cuban woman wearing a red Bandana on her head it was apparent to him she had just recently made the crossing....from her Homeland she was speaking in fast, hard pounding Spanish.... and smoking a big fat cigar... she had on blue jeans on up to her mid leg chins ... she was aiming her words at him and they were coming out like bullets from of a machine gun...... whoa, whoa, whoa, he said... D-e-s-p-a-c-i-o.. porfavor... she stuck her pasty white tongue out at him...She said her name was Mary Ann... wow.. what a sweet heart... this was a nasty girl... a version of a Bloody Mary from South Pacific or perhaps Mary Ann from Gilligans Island gone terribly terribly wrong...... he was certain she was capable of cutting his throat with a rusty blade.... all he was looking for was a twinkle in her eye... there was none, that is what scared him the most, she would probably be one nasty fuck he thought... as the smoke came rolling out of her mouth... she was no innocent lamb and getting older, kind of scary... really.
Even for him.... and he never thought of himself as easily a feared.
Its was rich and poor thing there as many places in the world he thought... always is always has been, he used to be sort of rich in comparison to his existence... now... he was walking around as of recent in just his fruit of the Looms and a button down shirt with jut one button on the next to the very top button hole and barefoot... where were his damn clothes?
He could not remember where he had put them or ... or maybe he was wearing all that was all he had... Hmmm.
He had to go see whats her name... God she was beautiful.... a vision, and here he was penny less bum... still she liked him....a little but not enough... he had always wanted to fuck her.. but.. he had an unwritten rule, he never screwed married women out of respect for their husbands... he knew how that tasted.... call it a weird moral....among'st a few.... very few.
Her house was an antique shop as well... he swung the door open.. and there she was.. all dressed up putting on her last bit of make up on in front of a mirror... and a small pink suitcase on wheels with the handle extended right behind her... she was wearing a pant suit affair... and had a flower in her hair....
Damn she looked good... he thought, she was troubled... he said, 'Can we talk about it?'
Her response was , 'before I go somewhere now and fuck? she said.
Oh man... don't do it he thought..... right at the same moment some other dude... the friend or accomplice to the guy she was going over to fuck showed up... with a big lumber yard style push cart and was loading up antiques to buy...
oh I get it... the unmentioned price or perk or benefit... for her going over and breaking her vows.... large purchases.... he thought to himself.
and damn he wanted to fuck her too... himself.... what a pig.... she probably would not fuck him anyway...
I mean standing there broke... barefoot, in his stained fruit of the loom whitey tightys... with not too big of a bulge.. and that button down shirt with only one button on it second to the top hole.... he was a prime looker... no doubt he was aware of it, how could she resist?
oh but her... smelling so good fresh out of the shower and putting that last bit of make up on in front of the mirror... and topped off with a flower in her hair even....
She was very close to becoming Guilty as charged..... Don't do it little bitch.... its not worth it.
Better you break clean with your husband about being more attentive to you.
The Very Special People of Key West Florida.
Monday, May 25, 2015
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....
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....
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