Our Man in Europe...dave deelacroix...King David
*Laptop Punctuation on LSD...King David.
BAD BITCH, bad boogie, a HERMITAGE, a boogie of Statues, got MAH mahs, King Dude, some KID, David, somebody made him KING, played or SANG a song, guitar, frizzled just where U are... in your ...Imploding after kiss...-in your FAT CAT Introduction, Jew Boy, in War, Life, not Persecution...U got the Digs!...
GOLIATH!!! Never heard of him! William Morris Talent agency, WHY DIDN-T u Say...DEAD FUCK, after Dream City NO place comes to mind...And from obscure birth to death, some Victory haunts every time to a complete stranger-s HELLO, Porn picture on a throwaway Zippo lighter, forcing- some ROWL outta the bottom of your throat, the IDES of MARCH, scratch your NUTS like a vertebrae of shimmy clouds above the Malibu, Zuma beach shore...
Is THIS your Sling with which U derailed your Competitors Maserati.....no punctuation...and folks who DEPEND upon YOU for their JOBS who are OUT OF THE PAST constantly waiting...Boys and Ladies with SANDWICH WRAPS, less their kids go short, shell shocked on the front line.
...My non descript ball cap just blew away in the Sirocco...
BAD BITCH, NO punctuation, no need to whistle in the wind....That's been taken care of, KING DAVID.
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.
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