The Dream of the Big Charts..

They were brightly clad attractive tourists... sitting around the little bar area of the resort...

He had just come up from the Street himself...  he was elated for there at the Salvation Army he found a pile of charts dozens of them that got tossed.... not only charts but huge black and white aerial photographs as well.. of very remote but nearby regions... only approximately 150 statute miles  away....well as the crow flies....

There in intricate detail was the interior of Andros Island... big sections of sheet paper with only a part of the island depicted....

Mostly the vast nothing was shown....... was the old homestead where the family was murdered appear on the South side of Middle Bight? or the  Beach where the Congressman's son was murdered in the Cessna 180  full of boxes of dope labeled... Televisors?

He recalled a few  more story's racing thru his head ..  there was the one of the ship wreck survivors that traversed the Island form West to East.. and their seeing fires in the distance... and how it took 6 days to walk across 40 miles...  He had heard their was a group of Seminoles that had escaped during the era of their supposed round up... they paddled across from the Miami area to Red Bay... and hid out...  The Seminoles never Surrendered...

He always took glee and hope in hearing that...

Who did the rotten murdering white man cunts think they were anyway?

It remained a sore spot with him his entire life..

Back to the Charts...  and the people at the little resort in Key West... these were people he had never met before but they seemed  OK... just having some fun...  and he knew how girls can get....

So he was hopeful ...

The Other fellow and his boy were running a Scam of sorts no big deal...  just you know  a little bilking of  funds... for operational expenses shall we say...?

The trusty old Spanish Coin Scam... oh LOOK ! what we found yesterday out snorkeling... do you think it is worth any thing?

We can go out again tomorrow  'IF'  we had gas money for the boat etc...

Oh it worked like a charm every time....  oh and how he did like the looks of that one in the Neon hot pants.......

END.

Out the Hatch

He looked out the hatch and up the mast at the different stars watching........

'To all the everything's we never spent'  Saved for what?

Whiling away........

Thank you now for the great concluding.......

Grey old you watched while I sat by the window box.

This is my no ending.... The something I enjoy.

The dark Mangrove Forrest

 The dark entrance to the Mangrove forest beckoned him to follow the muddy trail to the inside.

Damned if he had no probe with him to push into the muck and listen for the tink of an old antique bottle or a modern day Mayonnaise jar.......

He went further down the dark trail , he could see the footprints that others had been down that trail .. that came to a muddy cave...
well I'll be...  there were a couple of Cell phones in there  charging...

They belonged to a couple of his old friends he deduced from........   looking at the contacts  list and  also there he saw his own name... among'st the others....

Now what good would that do to call his own number he thought to try and locate the owners?

From the dark Mangrove Forrest.

KOOKIE DREAMS

How do you relive KOOKIE DREAMS?

Try I suppose?

In a late model cheap ass rental Sedan at the very top of a long long steep hill... going down...

Oh!  this is steeper much steeper then you thought.... and you notice clear hard ice has accumulated in places.. lots of places........

Holy shit....  faster and faster you go.... down...  applying the brakes... and then you notice it is a one  way  road as well....... and you are on it BABY! going the wrong way.......

There are big white arrows on the black top.. pointing  back upwards towards you.... pointing you the other way... but there you are.... going down....   Ewe   LA LA......

With the Hitchhiker you picked up sitting in the passenger seat... he said he was from Albuquerque New Mexico... that is all you know.. and you are slipping and sliding and doing the best you can to maintain control... with very nice composure I might add...There is a dead end intersection at the bottom with a cross road... and Semi trucks passing as you try and do professional 360 degree  sliding turns to slow down to little avail......

Somehow you got to the bottom quick... and missed many of the things to hit   but some trailer in the end went under a rig.. thank God or Fortune no one was hurt... every body panel dented  but there you are with the  car you rented and  no insurance... and suddenly you have turned into a toddler... and wander off.... while the Cops were not looking...

Let them sort it out You say to yourself.............. You will just be absent that day so to speak... as if from class...hilarious... until you discover you are lost and can't remember the way back to the Community College where you met that strange girl.... The one that was nice to you and you gave her a hug picking her up off her feet...and there was so much more you wanted to do to her of a sexual nature.

Then there was climbing the spiral stair case... up up up with people in front of you and behind you being pushy.... for the most part...  good God... you came upon  a missing step.. and you were so big and fat you became frightened and had to turn around and go back down...  nobody liked you then very much...  but the one fellow was at least polite and you inconvenienced him...Hell if you were going to hold on to a rope with a knot in it and risk falling to your death....

KOOKIE DREAMS

MY ASS

Francis,

 you and your Mercury Baths... really...........?

Ohhhh Francis... are you a strange one?

To whom do we share the limelight?

Now we put it all together from pieces for FUN! SEE?

My ASS

You remember little Ms. Proper so and so don't you?

You know, to whom it concerns of course not what one does.......

The particularly impressive being left behind:

The so many nothings I have to tell you....

Just so you know Fathers house is waiting for the rightfully of yours to show....

As it it presently turning into nothing before my very eyes..

by that of the no doing.. if you catch my drift?

the False meanings I am finding are the failures of no intention in the first place.

Oh well little to be done... in this age.

The words you  have given me avail to nothing but  SEEP:  and as always wind up a Victor to the Ages... somehow

So thank you ...

Your words are like fostering red ant bites into pustules that wind up waiting to be Popped: signed dear.. Formic  Acid.... LOL.

It reminded me of what you said:

'Are there intentions that are worthless?'

I have found this so helpful.

 It is a pen that lights the way?

Is it a murder of crows that is comfortable?

I just thought I would insert that....

I am calling this the PINK Piece by the way........

My ASS.

                                  Love and Miss you.