Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, now MEXICO... the CANCUN DIARIES, No. 20: Brave New World.
WHEN ALL THE BOYS cried MARY, when all the boys cried MOMMA, when all the boys cried: what-s for SUPPER, maybe Aunts, Sisters, Neices, 3rd female Cousins, Matriarchs, bitches in your WILL and Madres... SUNK.... Finding a WW1 battlefield TRENCH that they could not invent out of jealousy, spite, disdain or vindictive, self-vindicated, an emotional insidious, a broken arrow. Virgo Intacta torn out!
There-s ALWAYS a Helen of TROY. There-s always a fickle BOOGALOO! Men, lambs to the slaughter. Or shreiking daughters. RESPOND me-boys! WW1, 1914-18. Yet WOMAN did not instigate this Insanity.
Collective suicide OR these BOYS came home. Disabled. Unable to fornicate. Parked in some countryside out-of-the-way residence; Nursed remaining limbs, SHELL SHOCKED psychosis till they politely passed away... the future of WAR-s residue has not changed. Pick a NUMBER Servicemen. And these RESIDENCIES, these backwater Stately Homes AWAIT. And NOW it-s GIRLS and Boys. EXPECT, leastways, captured Girls, your Breasts to be fondled, sodomized by ARABS, TITS Sunny-side UP AFGHAN-style, can BE...the FEW, your "Finest Hour".............................................................When all the SCEAMING has done. Beyond WW1 MUSTARD GAS ATTACKS, Man unto MAN, Friend begets a DEVIL..Your GENERAL!!! And NO SELFIES you-d want; a BRAVE NEW WORLD ...a World around the next corner!...should U elect.
Who cries for the WW1 TIN HAT. Who, future traveller, passing by, will cry for You.
C.2021, dave delacroix.
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