Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K.
dedicato. Inge, Hengelo, Nederland.
….PILLS on the beach, by Falmouth, with her costumed Dudes, all shapes and visages, bodyline, whistling her lamia tune. A cloud in the sky, she coils under a beach towel, SARATOGA!
TWINKIE-eyes...she FIXES my RETURN OF DA NATIVE Tax problems, Doc-Medic-connect-should I need it. A Local. Doctor Shue. Ein bistian Deutsche!...
ALL THIS and XMAS too, we Hullabaloo, kit out my new apartment, buy furniture, trinkets, La CUCINA!...Babes in Toyland.
SALLY BOWLES in plastic U.K., a SCRIPT from her Doctor she stores in my backpack at the bar where, carousing with the patio-ragazzi, is for an hour...OUT of my sight.
Back at the Ranch, a SCREECH!
DID U OPEN IT!!
Open What!
My SCRIPT!
Honey, your Medicine. Why should I.
BERLIN WALLS slam-dunk into Love-s nakedness.
Sally Bowles in Plastic U.K., living in a garret, hungering for all the things, shaking fingers, a Sally Bowles needs...whilst her MANY Lovers Windsurf-sail across her horizon. A Junkies vision. A Junkies plastic Thief.
c2019, july, truro, Uk, davedelacroix
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