Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Beethoven's 9th. /Song.)

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Beethoven's 9th. /Song."

...DID IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE like this...R. U. Sure?... We R. SO alone like a bird on a wire, that very bird which can wreck an entire Choir. WAS IT U? Did He who made the mutton - dressed as Lamb - make thee?

We R. SO alone. (Tweet-tweet!) Do not go gently onto Brighton beach unless your feet can cope with sun-braised pebbles, the U.K.'s first "topless" resort populated by aging-Harridans with sagging tits, "Cougars" on dawn patrol! Where seagulls fear to tread.

....I wandered lonely as a cask of Tetley's bitter ale (U don't know the meaning of heartbreak!); BRING IT ON!" (Jerusalem?) And a "sucker" born every minute.

We R. vampires, desirous of our own neck. We suck on our own eternity layered with Ketchup or Worcester sauce! As the die is cast, Ego's reflection in the sorry-assed mirror of our ever-changing times, sun-flashes illusions of a golden tomorrow:

"FLY FLEANCE! Fly."

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.can