Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix...IN BELIZE, No. 1: Smuggler-s Cove.

Our Man in Europe,  Dave Delacroix...IN BELIZE, No. 1: Smuggler-s Cove.

 Everybody STEALING MAH SHIT, my Gal, no biggie, my Chevy-good luck, my best Friend/I can afford to lose him/I owe him money, my LEGACY: S-what U GOT? 

Everybody-s STEALING what they DON-T GOT. Nobody-s GOT "Tomorrow". I know? I wrote Songs bout it. Tomorrow...thingy....never comes. Which is why whenever scumbags STEAL my Fire, my MICROPHONE or run Dave-s Gig off the Stage, all they R left with  is their Hell. Their lack of Genius for all the World to see?...It-s THEIR non-statement. Lasts one second. Beyond their Comp.! Yet they prevail; a dysfunction double helix of negative desire? DESIRE!!!

Everybody STEALING. NOBEL PRIZES, Top Jobs, POLOTICS, any SPOTLIGHT gig. And the Obvious question, why bother, for some extra money WHY spend your priceless "time/life" with THESE scumbags? Why go to Hollywood?...And I KNOW: U got responses! JEEZE! Why get UP on Stage? Why cross a Street?

Everybody-s  STEALING. Fish from the Sea. The Fruits of the Earth; sometimes it-s HARD to know whether U R the Thief or the Victim...or the White Stetson/Black one...in the B/W Cowboy movie; or the Italian/Spanish dude ...s-posed to be Navejo/Apache/Lakota...with feathers in his hair?  And last I heard ....U can ADD to this Missive? THIEVERY, like an body-appendix rots and roots in our EGO-S dynamic: in point, this BLOG.

c.2021, dave delacroix, corazol-Belixe.

Headin to Beach Kids. Lookin for the smug Cove.