Our Man - TRYING TO DEAL WITH THE FUCKS AT BLOGSPOT's NEW FORMAT. com ....who obviously have NOTHNG to keep them IN EMPLOY Ceept thru Corporeal Masturbation....

FOOLS CAP (paper)

Our Man in Europe. Piacenza.

"Montepulciano" just might be a good wine...and "Palla" cheese, cheap at the price, may some day become more renown than  a Camamenbert or Stilton.

The eyes of She, "your" unrequited love, DO infact suggest this. Her eyes are quite blank. They await your , not RE, but  your "cognition".

Meantime? You - forget the bread or crackers - bite on the cheese. Savor the Montepulciano.
 But Earth's Nature is in-different. Bees buzz, snow falls, birds in the sky, killing, eating, breeding, & migrating; death.

WHAT YOU IS may be a prison or Hell; and Death - our common goal - may be sweet...

Some Cat in Denver, Colorado; accomplished in his Art deceided: "Amah gonna be-ah Sommen-buelist!"
(I was not supportive)

...flying South for the Winter?
Wearing, proudly, a Fool's Cap?....

..that picnic basket for the long journey...where-in you paw only the outter skin of your soul.


(I really hate to quote those street thug-scum/now rich fucks...in Guns n' Roses; but? "Where do we go now?..."

c 2012/davedelacroisx/lord borgo/shoot me or send food coupons/I will always love you in Chicago/get me a dental plan