Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Eleanora."
...The antiquated, the antique, the insidious LIE; yes: Lie, and WHO dies on their Laurels, semi-unshaken, fallen, then who CRUMBLES like a Terrorists dynamic: "Allah Akbar-I really fucked Up!?" Survivors? The scarred and wounded?
Their Relatives; hands covered in blood with RACIAL HATE!? "U ASK me to be Forgiving? Let me KILL - for NO reason/Latent REVENGE!!! - your little DAUGHTER; bring her forth! NOW!!! BADDABOOM!....
Crazy young Ragazza (young Tunisian) lady, Eleanora, "Bussin'" tables with PMS; Growling - even at Me? - talks the Talk and walks the Walk!
TAKE A LOOK AT THE ODDS!!!? (The Gal is COOL! Got Tattoos, for Cris sakes!?)
WHO, in God's Immortal hand or eye gonna FORGE A CHANGE, UP-seat a Government...in the PROCESS of kissing your ASS "Goodbye"?... ELEANORA? YOU! Me? And IN the ADVENT, who amongst US, yes, US!!!... will Attack by Defending...and kiss her/his Ass...Arrivederci? (You get to swiftly die?)
The Antiquated, the Antique, these Time-Capsuled Mono-Cerrebal CLOWNS who shed the blood of fully grown, diverse, joyful people? In GOD'S NAME, in the NAME OF LOVE; ignorance is no longer an excuse and EDUCATION, now? -Our common zeal! Now UN-SEALED in all its ignorance!?... Some BACK STROKE of Thought?
Oh Generals! You?d better get Hi-Tech or hang on to those "Soccer Hooligans" (Cannon fodder) because the REST of us ...ain't gonna Play!...Better still? Consult Eleanora, multi-tasking. Taking care of 20 Tables, single handed on a stinking HOT, Sicilian August night?...! A Gem; a Nobility. The Few...
c2017/davedelacroix, sciacca, sicily.
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