Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....GEORGES SIMENON.
*dedicato. Isabel Pessora, Artist-Francais.
When EVIL came it caught me wearing TWEED in Winter, NOT Autumn, disparaging the little things, the minutiae, that make Life-s Cinq-quoi, Me and You... in Seasons of mists.
When EVIL arrived, NO Nero, no bianco, no MASQUE, no MASTA-BLASTO except only in a singue, blood, the SCUFF of Conscience, a reputation, dignity gone South!
When LOVE has gone South EVIL rejoices. A Jailing! A Contempt! A Song UN-sung!!!
When EVIL came.. a chopped-off head, she put the BODY in the Freezer, ASTA LA VITA, she took the Insurance and PLANNED on a Mediterranean cruise, Autumn leaves and Muse...apparently, with me...
Allors! But it didn-t quite work out. The POZI-DRIVE-Screwdriver....Pick a Dog a Bone....Bloody fingerprints. And despite protestations of Innocence, OUTRIGHT INSANITY...
...those bastards HUNG ME by the neck without Shoes.... FOR U.
c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.
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