Our man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mento No. 44: YOU ONLY LIVE DICE...
1: MURPHY
Have you ever been to MURPHY? Do you know his name? Some gal says he's IRISH; she, too, is full of GUINNESS, just the same? But a lucky guy; they know him in Shanghai: "hello-hello: XIE XIE!!!" from RED China to you and I; his name is IP-PONG (nice kid/comes from a good family) he RE-invents the "I-CHING"; in your life?
You flip the dice?
BOO-GA-LOO!...?
OK. Buoana-fortuna, my Babee, like a girl I knew a long, long time ago? She stole my old guitar and left me in NASHVILLE, Tennessee, high and dry/didn't steal my STETSON!?
Ya goin' DOWN to "lonely-ville" without a Guitar in your hand? Don't sweat it, SISTA I'm already there, reach out and hold my hand...Reach out and hold - where WE walk - my hand.
2: COWBOY MOUTH
Don't EVER talk to me 'bout CHEYENNE, Wyoming, or I'll kick you in your - RAILROAD - ass! Has anyone seen ARON or Annie-Marie?: Coupl'a kids from Connecticut-wilds, and, like most Americans, just wanted to spread their wings... and be FREE?
Meantime; dave's EURO psycho-therapy goes well (in Switzerland!), surrounded by nice mountains/people with no0 brains//and VINO - in Italia, to the South?...
SAN PADRE ISLAND, Texas? Some "amico's" just bought a house down there; but come the next HURRICANE; you'd better keep warm, get a life-raft, go North, or COWBOY MOUTH!!!?...:)
3: "APRES DU MIDI UN FAUN (the afternoon of your focus)
Winter-time? It was a problem. I wore Mink, YOU wore ERMINE. We "assaulted" each other on a RE-cognition basis (We were the ONLY 2 people in the empty, VISCONTI, Palazzo boudoir!), so- sex - wasn't difficult; plus? -name-tags: "I'm SUZIE!... I'M DAVE?", plus, we had beer, cognac, etc. and "funny" cigarettes?
SWINGING up-side down from the (camera-grande) chamber's grandiose chandelier...proved to be a challenge (for me); for YOU? -no problemo, even when I WHIPPED her lightly (with a Spanish whip/apparently, they use op0n horses?) -she EXCLAMATED: "Oh! Oh! Oh!" with every LASH.
When the weals across her back and buttocks became evident? -I thought about JESUS C., a bar I knew in Modesto, California, DA VINCI's last Supper/BIG WHOPPER from WENDY'S fast food!...?
...Someone, strung out, on the other part of the VISCONTI Palazzo (frickin' place has 500 rooms) had the good sense to blok the HIP-HOP music and switch to MALHER's Erde und Erde (songs of the earth/songs you want to play when your dog dies)
STILL!!! -the lashing - con whippo! - went on, almost symphonic: "Oh! Oh! Oh!
After a while ? (Sono vecchio) I retired to smoke a Water Pipe in thee convivial society (beer/whisky), yet, still? -Malhler, the composer, he GETS in your head: I know! I know! -"I'm gonna SUE!"
...And, so, back to the LASH, Suzie, a bella-donna, music prevails;
she (Suzie) 1 hour later...COMMANDS,
and STILL by her "choice"
divines yet DEFINES;
... a faun in the afternoon...?
"This way South"
Georges Simenon (famous French writer/like me) opened the Blue Room, a novelette; can you - like a SURFER see? His - the Blue Room - paragraph includes the following:
"Angie, naked, still on the ravaged bed, legs apart, a few drops of semen, clinging to her dark hair, shadowy, between her thighs..."
At which point, you would say: WAKE UP LITTLE SUZIE, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!....and, VIVE LA FRANCE!
Later, of course, a GORGON mouth, envelopes your E-mail mystery;
Georges Simenon/ Inter-state 95:
This way SOUTH.
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/You're NOT in Kansas anymore, Miss Lou!...:)
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