Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...dave delacroix...The Cancun Diaries: A Lute and a Winde.
GIMMIE your BREWSKI U BITCH, or a Devil-s Crew U Frick, or Give me that sinew that rages so old like wine to vinegar and GIMMIE your BENEVOLENCE, an ECHO. How come we live so acid-tongue apart...U in England....Me, now living in re-motest MARS!
....And we sing of Love-s desperation with only a Lute and a winde.
JIMMY my WHISKY, my song, my refrain, lusting for lost-loves that KICKS in your brain. A Situ- splendor, a dour Birthday. A Wish! A fancy ballroom Gig. A silk gown! A kiss. And a Winter-s tale, NO question: the dance of Life, then Death, we hold hands-divesting post-infante, portraiture or Selfies!
....And we sing of Love-s Whatever and nary a boy or a sweet lady to find. The dark shadow of yester-years. And the haunting!
GIMMIE your WHISKY-Frick! I-ll KILL U tonight. Let-s hate who we HATE, Islam-Fascists, let-s put out their Lights to keep our GARDEN, that kernel of EDEN, that GIG, no Prisoners...as THEY who will SCAR and make NO Prisoners of OUR children. Let them be executed!
GIMMIE dat Brewskie, that Tomorrow-s ZEAL that I might Un-sheath my Ethics Sword, cut down divisive forces or BUY EVERYONE a Mother-s kiss, an Excalibur of Soul... in Avalon and with my Lute and Winde serve to progress.
our man in europe. dave delacroix. Cancun-Mexico.
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