Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... It-ll be Alright in Madrid.
dedicato. Borgia. Night-Guy. Only UI Hotel.
......Suffling-snuffa-jacks!!!...Blah-blah-Fish cakes! ENTRE-NOUS, twix u an MIO, less said the better, it-ll be alright post Barcelona. Cold at Night, blazing hot days. Breakfast too early, Dinner too late. ONE THOUSAND TAXIS await for your ECCO-consciousness. BELCHING POLLUTION. How do U OLE your SENOR, for LIFE, in this high-heeled |Corrado...or SENOR....riding a SKEETER, zappin down a STREETer in skin tight alleur...buzz-swizz. Hypnotized by your genetic devour!
Philosopher Rousseau... I sometimes THINK....Therefore, I sometimes AM.
Oh my snuffin-a-griping, m,y OLE, my MADRID, I sing of of my Madrid tonight. My despair. But I will be OK in this Madrid night. Where is the Voyage, that Ship, that Sea! It-s SINKING. I just threw shipmate Rousseau a PILLOW. Relax. It-ll be alright in Madrid!
JEEZE!!! Somebody just climbed onto my Hotel Balcony! Got a bottle O-Scotch too!!!
c.2020, dave delacroix. our man in europe.
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