Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... By Pluto-s Door.
dedicato. Anna V., Turku, Finland.
By Pluto-s Gate, buggered, we stagger, dark, dank, lookin for a shave, armpits hello-goodbyes utter a RADIUM flash of Tyger-T, burning bright, stinking universal symmetry.
By Pluto-s door we hesitate, the groin of existence yet to permeate around a Goddess Astarte temple where angels fear to tread. A Cloaxa Maxima!
A Last gasp! Last Text! A last kiss in suffocation! Just WHO amongst my most worthy brethren could save me from Pluto-s gaping jaws!
By Pluto-s gate, I disappear. The door, the Eternity. The You. This time I sing.
c2019,davedelacroix.Yup! Should-a practized dat Banjo!!!
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