Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....LAST CHANCE....Studio 57 DISCO dance of the Dead.
RUST LIMOUSINES, barely walkin, Wheelchairs, provided front-door, greeting M.C., strobe lobby-Saturday night.
M.C. provided Wheelchairs, pulsing Analogue, an NYC EAST-side Jive, bones, sinew, splatter on a long-since degraded mascara dance floor, a REVIVAL of the DEAD, misbehavin, UN-holy or plain jess gone South, silk scarves, flared pants, Marrionettes in Mini skirts. The depraved, the IN-different, lookin for handouts, SAME as it ever was, jess BOOGIE!!!
The Dance of the Devil, the UP=to-TRUMP!, that titillated, the l-ED ragazzi, North or South, Queens, New Jersey. Yet EVERYBODY, someday, sometimes, NEEDS to feel COOL. Alas, Until when the Doobie-doobie...comes tumbling down. Point Pleasant, maybe. Treasure Isle.
Gotta VIRUS on mah Laptop. Unable to SHARE....Like Zabrinski Point. A BLOW UP...……!
c2018, davedelacroix, murphys pub, frigid night, Xmas. A Dance of the Dead.
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