Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... CARRAVAGIO!
dedicato. Nickola Pacy.
DAMNED if I-m gonn a WEAR. Some Treatise! Some Funereal. BOUCAY_FUCKERS in Lily Whites-wotchyagonna-Ski-Ass-DO! Pigment of Pink. Pink of your Es per....FAN--wafting Madonnas,
post-Happy-hour, ESPERANTO MI AMORE...WHAD AM I JEWISH on a Saturday-Sabatto!!!
The GAL who refused a Cocktail...SHE broke MAH heart. NOTHING Intuitive, NOTHING in JAPAN, gave a start. And don-t it SEEMS just like some old kiss, some DE DEJA VU with your every THROW AWAYS, all your, all your, all your Old Shoes.
DAT GAL who SAID, Keep-walkin, who left with Fast-Foot-Amias, got strung OUT on Heroine in her Tartan-tights. I saw her, years later, a skeletal-madonna, Southside of Trestervere, Roma, a Caravaggio
ok.relax. i am jest a witness....The POET DIED. I just a copy. I get 60 Ducats from the Priest.... This is what he wrote. His name was David.
...And NOW today the DARKING=bow to the infinity of CHRISTIAN FAITH, the Madonna and her CRACK-Baby for One and All to see in your Art-gallery, painted, for GOD in despair. WHO cries OUT, that twist in COILED, Maestro Carravagio...
c2019, davedelacroix, truro, uk.
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