Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries: No. 21: Who Killed my Cool!
DARK HORSES, STRANGE BIRDS infect your trans-migration. Teen Kids. Teen Gods! It-s tough enough scrounging money for Blow, JD, an occasional Line, Covid Jabs, like talking to a non-jewish taxidermist who dosent suggest a kiss of life; a dead Racoon IS a dead Racoon. WHO KILLED MY COOL!!! Worst still, an IMAN. No one wants to go to his Iranian Business School. And if THAT dosent top it, LOCKDOWN U.K., "I gotta bone to pick wiv U", an expression as passe as last weeks Underpants that somehow skipped the Laundry. And no hope for FISCAL TYRANNY: the BBC, a.k.a: Israeli Occupied Territory, under the auspices of Politico-landed Grandees WHO R KILLING MY COOL! So we stumble over adjectives, theorem, resolution until dark horses, strange birds: PISS on my Threads. SOME, I saved UP for! We talking HUNGER! In Bristol, Sheffield, Liverpool. WHO KILLED MY COOL!!! SINGING: dice the Publico-Guillotine. A Nation-s RAZOR, with disdain, and beat the drum. Dark Horses, Strange Birds. A murder of Crows.
c.2021, jan, dave delacroix, calle yalahan, cancun-mexico.
No comments:
Post a Comment