Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Jesus-s Socks!
I lost my SOCKS but I might still STRUM my Song of Yesteryear. Every things IN, down in PAWN, my Concepts, my Ideals, my Ambition, my BOOG-A-LOO, especially my Bee-Loo! BLOODY ANTHEMNIC CHOIR only rubs salt into wounds, J.C. never had it SO bad. BLOODY WHINER! I. MIO, can-t even get some FRICK to donate a Cross. 50 bucks!!! As for COHORTS, Barabbas and his Buddy, long since VAMOOSE, became Expert-Witnesses on Crucifixion. The GROUPIES, Mary-M. No blow jobs for Christie except at Lent and only when Fish is a la Carte. The Resurrection Cave does a Romantica Couple Special with breakfast. Nice decor. Love the Laura Ashley curtains. Petrus Fish. Paul-s Disco. The Saviour-s Promenade, the ruins of the very Oven where Judas faked his death then split on a Expenses-paid-for Mediterranean Cruise. Check out the Apocrypha Brochure!
I lost my Socks but I MIGHT still strum a Song of Yesteryear, especially if I thought, outside of a cold Winter, such abstract things were of value.
c2019, davedelacroix...our man in europe....in spirito sancto.
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