Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, WHEN I was ARRESTED in Costa Rica.
*dedicato, Stehanie D. Erfkreis, Germany.
The SINEW of your Electro/lites, brain matter, smatters, buzzed, fizzes, lights UP like Fire Flies, Mosquitoes, UN/needing Mescaline, Whisky, or a pair of TITS to suggest your Costa Rican direction...like an ancestral SINEW, a HORROR, a FUCK THOUGHT, full of of BUCKSHOT and beyond, the CRUX of your Tropical Travelogue< SURFS UP!!!
Ragazzo on the JACCO beach, singing>
ALL HAIL, AVE! The Blood of YOU, your FAKE and Fake and Fake! ...BRUNG over with ya Saddlebags that CREATURE SPOIL in da Humidity. That DICK, SHE can never find, that VAGINA that TWIRLS around, that El Dorado, stifled at Home in Manhatten, Kansas. Aggieville. 15 Miles Per Hour on Main Street!!!
The SKINNY BITCH....that-s U or ME, walks on da beach. Ipananema City. Forget ME. SHE dosent NOTICE U except when she bums a Cigarette, tries to sell U a bracelet or her PUSSY on discount for the limited size of your Burrito.
MY Electro Lites are BUSTED!...Perhaps they always were. Getting ARRESTED at San Jose Airport, Costa Rica, just for BEING drunk....like for U, just took my breath away.
c2018,davedelacroix,San Marco Beach, Sicily.
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