Our Man in Europe...in MEXICO...dave delacroix: The Cancun Diaries: No.25: By the Gringo-s Ranchero.
......WAS I Loved, SO loved, SO in Love and expecting nothing? -Awaiting - WAITING - patience - Impatience, the SHOCK of Love, the shock of fear, REGRETS-do I cross my knees, hit the HEAD or hold-on=PEE LATER, a Laterism of a JOB INTERVIEW with the SENOR or the business-Matador without a SEX outcome option? WHO really cares!? I fake these questions with every Cognac. U do too! LOVE-S INTERVIEW! Can-t we ALL just ejaculate then go on home-read Dostoyevsky, a Crime, a Bhuddistic Suicide; is THAT not against Faith-s Tenets? Christ! I-m SO nervous bout my new DATE I may need to hit the Crapper! WHO amongst GOD-S heavenly JANITORS would hear me if I cried OUT. YO! FLUSH! Lady Macbeth: BEAT IT DAMNED SPOT of prescience, of your TIK-TOK, of NOW, of disillusion. Do I get "hammered" or just fall off my barstool. Yet I must meet my Love. At the Gringo-s Gate. The Ranchero over which I have no control...heavens to Betsy!...and sing a song of love.
c.2021,dave delacroix. In thought and mighty Cancun-Mexico where-in my GIG is laid.
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