Our Man in Europe...MEXICO...The CANCUN DIARIES, Nos. 10 and 11. Entitled....GONG!....and The TWO DAVES.
dedicato: Carol M Aniello.
Y-all need to play Bass, something. Help these Songs along...
10: Gong!
NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW -10 sheets, OUR thing, 10 sheets to the Wind or a hissie-FIT, a PMS, pro-found, print dress and all that VERSE U curse, your femme-fatale invective which U spew. Me too. In the Economy size, aisle 9. Electric Guitar on aisle 10! Minimalist accoustic chord changes prevail, then: NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW MY Prick, your TIME of the Month, how, AS PEOPLE IN OUR OWN TIME, we failed miserably or how LESSER MORTALS succeed with our crumbs OR THAT ON A FUTURE tv SHOW, a GONG, failing to acknowledge or respect OUR Clown tears for all the WAZOO with which.... with SONG we entranced our Times! Stop Shouting!...The ENGLISH HATE IT!....funny. ...Yo. NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW where YOU live. Now, maybe where U belong. In BIG SKY Country. The Montana mountain AIR will do U good. Guitar Solo! GONG-GONG-GONG!....feel free.
11: The 2 DAVES.
IT WAS ALWAYS A GOOD deal, Yasmin at the Convenience Store, DAVID, we MET, the 2 DAVES, tropical-recluse-twins. IT WAS ALWAYS A BEACH of Worship, bloody Surf which en-acts life-s BUMP, soulster moments, Aluminum Foil, BEER, Bottled Water, Milk. A Lighter. Nobody STOPS this Traffic. Nobody can!
c.davedelacroix. Calle Yalahan. Cancun-Quintaro-roos, Mexico and a doobie-doo!
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