Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Day at the Beach."
Great expectations, tits galore! Brewskies, dope and enough rope (to hang y'self) in a world of Sharks; maybe swim out LOUD, ya meet Amy Winehouse, decomposed then, clenched-saw tooth, no running to Mommy that day at the beach with its blood-red sunset bite?
The day at the beach starts out SQUEAKY like that last fuzzy Facebook photo "with friends" TOOK by "friends" and with enough passion to wrench Passion from that Squallus which is presently tearing U limb from limb...with a shark-like GRIN?
Hear us O Lord in heaven thy dwelling place, we mortal sinners all? Did U ever think about a Nicotine patch? Shaving, maybe? Could U in fact just be like Elvis in the twinkle of an eye, a grain of sand, like a day at the beach, in the palm of your hand?
c2016,july,davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily.
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