OUR MAN in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Return Ticket."
Hitchcock Movie? Nobody wanna GO there. Return Ticket? What Starlet, King, Bishop, Knight...what Silver Queen, those HELL movies, LAMIA, the slither of the FUTURE, yours, tomorrows, that GIG which envelopes? Whose foreskin was it anyway?
Henry VIII, in retrospect. Maximus-Divorce; some love? Leastways amongst the husband-detritous (?) in ensuing Centuries.(U.K. Expensive School Children R fixin my WHA!): a Return Ticket, senza-Axe!
The Return Ticket. The ONE that we ...WE mostly dont use. Outside of parking/Go Silk/Go Wig & Pen Club) and can you SCREAM, publicaly: your TODAY. And /or plead for your reckless or sad/pathetic Beatles Song? From WHERE, you? Agatha?
The "Return Ticket" of a GAL, a MAN, a testament of FOLLY. Is it a WHA!? Skeleton. Your Closet or mine? Maybe we have something to share? Either way; off the hook! NOBODY wants their OWN dirt exhibited... like a Starlet or a Chamois-gloved leading Actor: Like SOPHIA, she was born on the back streets of Napoli! But just WHERE were U born?
And do U HAVE/need a return ticket?
c.2022, dave delacroix, corozal, belize
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