Our Man n Europe, dave Delacroix....Drones and Dykes.
D N D, the invasion of da Plastic People, NO SMOKING, No Joking, drones...and Dykes. FOOLS and FUNKERS on your E-mail draw your curtains WIDE, panoramic, if U can see da rain, wide-span! SPAM, your EJACULATION, U-surping your speculation, suck the NIPPLES off your girlfriends Monetary TIT!...Sad grey matter.
The Tomatoes..... MY INTENTION was to END it all, by appointment, on the Bois du Bolognge. I didn-t have a TOASTER, Francine, who I killed, she-s soaking in the bath tub, blood-bubbles, quite never-understood. The Renoir. Stupid place, over the bath tub.
BRUNSWICK HAM slices, Dijon-mustardo, a brogue of butter, wheat-toast, just li8ke the English do! And that, perhaps I remember, the TOMATOES, the Rumain, plumb, or Orchid, C-est Ca!...SIRENS FLAME, atmosphere. I am deaf to their fear!
Do U think they-ll GUILLOTINE me IN England or just HANG me like U.K. TOMS....I hear they R very good....
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Drudgery, a gleaning.
Singing. Drones and Dykes! I gotta get SUM
Drones and DYKES!....All my GIG, gone Maitre-D
c2019,davedelacroix, 2019, a succubus. London, French Hse. Scribbled on napkin.
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