Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Fools & Funkers!"
...FOOLS & FUNKERS, past their sale date, struttin' & frettin' upon the stage, long since an encore's echo, squeezing blood out of a rolling stone, now moss covered where-in adoration fails to penetrate.
Fools & Funkers, a clowns smeared lipstick smile betrays a gendre out of style. A Jitterbug, a Charleston, all that Jazz and a spinning world gone in a flash.
Fools & Funkers, tits & teeth, a silent movie, a fragile SCENE. Meet the New Gig. Same as the old gig. Same as it ever was. Same as it ever was. Fools & Funkers! Death loves a crowd.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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