Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... NEW MOUTH, Yo!
New Mouth, New YO! Sometimes ya gotta go Dat w|Ay
no wIFI FOR jESUS, cold Canary.. No Internet for the Apostle's, NUNS, Monks awaiting in line. AAA-bishops, Vaticano-battery, Cardinale-fashionishas, SISTAS of Mercy, LATTER-Day Saints, Administrators, SQUIRRELS, Bunnie-Rabbits, Ad Infinitum, ME...with a busted lower-lip for pissin off the Devout!....Love dem Christians!...Feel, 2.43. a.m., like I just got outta the BOXING RING of some Clone-Culture-doobie-doo, this SIDE of Evangelist-mega-Finance!
Jeeze! my lower lip is blood, drip, drip, drip. Maybe DOMANI, mi Faccia, a portrait of DESPAIR. Somehow, somewhere, some FRICK socked me in the JAW....blood, drip, drip drip, assassinate il drunken Poet, po quoi!!!
NO WifiFi for Jesus, the MESSAGE-STYMIED by an Afro-American KID on a 1950-s T.V. Show, OUR GANG, or rain-pipe polluted, some regular kids, invented-canzone, some with-mis-understood, in N uMBILIical, beyond your CAMERA yet waves, like your first Hollywood Kiss.
NO Wifi.
No Satelitte.
No Inner Kiss.
Maybe NO Nobility.
Just a Skid Row of AMOUR
where-ever.
NO WiFi for Jesus, NO! -THE END. Poor bastard. No Grapes of WRATH by Man-s Pen alone. It-s ENOUGH TO PISS OFF THE POPE, no Dustbowl evidence, refugee-memories...WHO WAILS, U R NOT ALONE....I want my Innocence back....Dove mi Rock N Roll, dove mi Veccho Cadillac!!!
c2018,OURMANINEUROPE,dave Delacroix, lord borgo,vicomte di piacencza
