Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, CRUCIFIXION.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, Crucifixion.


*dedicato, Dan Randolph.


JEEZE!!!...Society, CIVILIZATION getting DRACONIAN! Panhandlers want my Credit Cards! Cash no good!... Cops want to not only BUST ME but BE my ATTORNEY, Bank Manager INSISTS on ANAL SEX just to get a new Cheque book, the Plumber, Milk Man will NOT screw my Wife whilst I-m at the Office Unless they gets an extra $20!...VALET service at the Beverly Hills  MacDonald's, otherwise, Arrivederci Cheeseburger! Blow Job for KETCHUP!!!! My Crucifixion.

On CALVARY I HAD a few Shekels. The OTHER two Smucks went Economy. It cost me an extra TENNER to get jabbed by a spear in the RIBS, Custom Nails, all three, hands, feet adjoined and IF I-d had a Telescope, a view of the distant Dead Sea. A package deal. And the WAILING, singing of the Calvary Hill Gal Band was pitiful but at THAT point I really was beyond caring. It pissed it down with rain of course.  Bloody eclipse didn't help either. No worries. Me and JUDAS had discussed the DRAMA.

JEEZE!!!...May ALL your Camels be fertile! It-s enough to Piss Off the Pope!!!...No Smoking on the Beach IN CALIFORNIA, your next door neighbour is a RUSSIAN NERVE GAS SPY.....I had my suspicions, didn't care....TOM BROWNS SCHOOLDAYS are finally under the Social microscope and the historical ROT of Royalty may yet be Unseated....such a Cross to bear. And has for ME, wearing a Crown of thorns, DYING, yet dying for a cigarette, better still, a shot of Good IRISH, appalled by the desertion of my Disciples or Woman's Love in life  that I had found, Crucified, between my ignorance and Understanding, now suborned, the Authorities, the Roman Soldiers, who settle down around camp fires to play games of Chance.

Oh Lord, forgive them for what they do....Oh Lord, CRUSH my bones into powder so I may never exist again.

BEING Crucified....I have some Thoughts.... The Carpenter COULD have done a better job. I-m kind of at AN ANGLE. The ECONOMY GUYS, almost TRIANGLE! They will GO before me. Camaraderie in Fate is fleeting. The guy on my Left, a STOIC, now wants GOD! On the Right, a De/frock ed Rabbi, defecated some Coins...but to SAVE his Ass, to no avail. A blue face but no inner light to save his grace.
I wish those GALS would quit singing!
Oh Lord! Forgive them for what they do!...Oh Lord, CRUSH my bones into Powder so I may never exist again! Just give me a Cigarette for god sakes! A dram of IRISH... to UN/cord the Loves, and Love that I have known.
I cannot TWEET! Otherwise I-d tell you how Crucifixion, during asphyxiation,  hurts your FEET!



c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily, cooking up a Molto Picante Chicken Curry.... My Rice thingy, still not perfect.