Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix: "8 Miles High!"
I WAS MILES AWAY when U lost your VIRGINITY. It didn't, I imagine involve a Colt-45? I WAS MLES AWAY When THOSE misfits. YOUR parents, I might-a text drunk, nobody's perfect, but I was outta town, I was far tablooga! I WAS faraway in England, in Hungary, hanging out, dripping from Dracula's fangs. I was a Continent AWAY, UN-likely No-murder Suspect in the drama of your "Film-Noir" Night? Ask my TEXUDO!!!? (I gave it to the U.K. Charity Gig where all the BRITS repeat "Sorry!" every 5 seconds/such have my "fellow-Limeys subservience) so SORRY to BE SORRY perhaps?
Still? Loser, I needed an ALIBI, as Loser's always do? Better an original recipe "LO-CHOW_MEIN" than the 12 Geishas I once knew? There's a SAN-PAN Sailors song, Mandarin or Cantonese (early Hollywood-take), "The World is Yr Oyster! U R yr Mom/Dad's LUCK?";
I was miles away and NOW I think ....all my yesterdays, Peking Duck? I was MILES away, in some faraway "Hood", addicted to Inernet=Porn when the old bitch ate the lead? Cops in drizzle raincoats ransacking my Paris hotel room; checking my E-mail on my Laptop/silly phone and/or (usual suspects) Marlene Detrich was an acquaintance? Fritz Lang, mouthing off to the Gendarmes got a night "with MAIGRET" down at the whoosits; Me? Anisette (le Boire?): Gitanne cigarettes & 8...the old days...8 miles high!
c.2025. dave delacroix
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