Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "MOJO-CRASHING!"
...IT'S A TOUGH "MO-JO!" full knowing U've GROUD your (Writers') metaphors into dust? LIFE is an INTERDIT, a one-way street, a "cul-de-sac" and, indeed, fate or destiny, a passage du VIE! So, U give whatever cash on hand to the local street-orphan: "Go hit the Liquor store, Kid. Get me what I need."
...It's a TOUGH "Mojo" when U feel U have lost, a-kin to some un-wielding TWEEZERS extracting your inner-soul, suddenly EXPOSED like a shaven head on the Guillotine...just seconds before.
...It's a "MOJO" fondly remembered once in a Springtime's early light. U skipped the light-fandango, U knew how to fight! Where-as NOW the Soul still whispers, there's still a glint in your eye? A souvenir from when the world was your oyster, an array of pearls in your smile.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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