Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, The Valkyrie...
The Valkyrie... Flap/flap.
On TOP of crushed Testicles there-s ONLY a SCREAM, I scream! U Scream! WE all scream for Testicles! It-s a NO/brainer! Train gotta STOP at Roma/Grande Station.... No PLACE for it to go.
Whilst that KISS U miss, WAG your DICK....WOBBLE your BOOGA/LOO.... It means nothing but History-s Futility. Yet FOLKS saying Goodbye and CIAO! History-s Echo/chamber! What JOY in Life we do enjoin in our innocence and rightly SO!...
Bag of Potatoes....Cut Price.
Carrots.....Cut Price.
Milk, Butter.....Cut Price.
Yoghurt.....Cut Price.
Fagioli.....Cut Price.
Mushrooms.....Cut Price.
Meat and Fish/Carne e Pesci.....CUT price.
DEPOSIT>
DICK or TITS.....Priceless.
HALLELUJAH, Cesare Augustino! Hallelujah WIFI...or the VALKYRIES within your Tits AND your Dick< all the while CLAWING at your Immortal Soul. Whilst on top of your NIPPLED breasts, or the SNAKE in your pants, there lies, UN/deciphered, your Tomorrow. A Domani! At WHICH point....we SING> There-s an Old Mill by the Stream, Nellie Dean!.....
c2018,davedelacroix, Sciacca, sicilia. Flap/Flap!
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