OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix/david michael oxley; "old "SHEFFIELD" dude": "THE STIRLINGS in Sheffield on a Saturday Night!"

 

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "The Stirling's in Sheffield on a Saturday Night." (Song: There R few who bear such hardships as WE poor Grinders do?)

NOBODY GOT YA BOO-GA-LOO, non-EXPECTED? Counting village-lonely "Aston-Ville-Piano-recital", high school-lass, (Renee in Treeton) not a hope in heaven? As late evening I walked BY, saw her HELL, ya MOM's Council house thru lace curtains?  SAME-PLACE (Brinsworth) I practiced, damp, in wet, misery, YORKSHIRE Trumpet Scales in "DULLARD-mid 1960s", Parents gift of INSANITY back in the day? 

Damp, worthless, BADGE on your Whoosit;  worthless old School tie? ALL whossits bright & beautiful, and ONWARD U SCUMBAGS, "Christian-Soldiers", to BE a Pilgrim? Uncanny just what our forebears expected? Elton John faggot-dancers on top of a Birthday Cake? It always rains on Sunday? Auntie/Uncle whoosit on a SUNDAY, a savory Pork Pie? 

"That's a NICe piece of HAM Mary!"(Mary-my-Mum) Green salad. Bread & butter. Cups of TEA. After a morning drive in the Yorkshire dales. Old UNCLE, wounded, WW1. Shrapnel in his whoosit.  His GAL/Wife. I drew her portrait but highlighted her WRINKLES...didn't go down well. S-always hard to BE Van Gogh wearing a Xmas wooly JUMPER portraying a disjointed reindeer?

In West Riding, Yorkshire, 1966? : TONY JACKLYN, GOLF-Czar, BROCKLEHURST Car Sales, SHEFFIELD-WEDNESDAY/DEREK DOOLEY, "RAG 65" SHEFF-STUDENTS YAAAH! RUGGER!!! Saturdays. Cup of OXO/BOVRIL, footer in the Snow? NOBODY DIED, nor complained? WOOLEY-Socks. YARSA!!! No snot! Score a bloody TRY? MONEY!!!? Not on the KID-RADAR!

  IN RETROPECT: Maybe ALL U WOKES (2023-50 years later) like REPTILES were awaiting your DECADE-YAAAS!!!, SUCCUBUS? Like SHEFFIELD-TEXAS, USA. (Movie with Paul Newman). Where all the WHORES (non-smokers) become CIVIC leaders, in Silk & Shawls! JUDGE ROY BEAN!? JUDGE ROY FIGLIOLE!~!~~!!!....(C-C-C-C-Changers~!/David Bowie?) Maybe ALL Yorkshire-snotty-KIDS "murphed" into "dialect-attitude"?

WHO SHRIEKS YOUTH! Who "MORPHS" U?  WHO makes the LEAP?  -Ya "Boo-ga-loo!!!" (That Cat with a Uni-degree in Philosophy, mowing a Civic-lawn.) A SEWER-rat TYKE, a HUMAN-LEAGUE, a DEF LEOPARD or that GAL, that KID, outta "nobody's-god"; NOBODY GOT YA BOO-GA-LOO, leastways, not THIS Saturday Night? Sheffield-Wednesday. Clock. Calendar. That School Gal, lonesome practicing her damp-room Piano Scales. And her Classmate...MIO...who got to rule his World by tripping the light-fandango WITH a whiter shade of whoosit!?

Yup. I gotta GO. My time is not over. Whatever happens! Don't walk away Rennee!

c.2023, Corozal, Belize./DAVE; S-WOT, age 67, I got. Lads & Lasses. We OWN our Time!

OUR MAN in EUROPE, dave delacroix, "ESSO-BUSSO!"

OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix/david michael oxley: "Esso Busso!"

 I GOT MAH SNEEZE down on mah knees, with U With U, babee w/U, tell me TRU" or whisyh away on a promenado? Your Alreado!... Your KISSES-STICK, you make it LICK in BUFFALO or PHILORADO? U Sing your Smile, your Boo-ga-loo. a wanna-go-BLUE, don't tempt me? A Mississippi Riverboat comin to get Me? I got my Sneeze, checkin dah breeze, better I climb, give Up or "V" a Sign: Arriverderci!....Tra-la-la. Fools die young. CLOWN-MASKS!....in your Mirror? HELLO!!! Bonjorno- yesterday...IS-what we GOT. S'what WE wrote. U got ya SNEEZE, encapsulated. TIME-demanded to your Skeletal-SOUL bereft of Soul , past explosive VERSUVIUS. A pyroclastic flow. Who SREAMS for their last KISS? Better STILL! Make an intellectual LEAP, a new idea? Teeth & TITS; Esso-Busso!!!

c.davedelacroix,,david michael oxley...

OUR MAN in Europe/BELIZE; "A recherché U Bastards perdu?"(Chanson-Francais)

 

Our Man in Europe/BELIZE: "A recherché U bastards perdu?" (Song/Accordion acomp.Chanson-francais).

OUTTA CHAMPAGNE, outta Champagne, what am I gonna DO without U? Outta Champagne? Outside your LOVE, and those CREDIT-CARDS we USED so... above U?

 Outta Champagne, wine's wisdom prevails as we BENTLEY carouse the "Continent" when U R outta Champas, smokes & a DAME? Jeeze! U R fricked! Caviar on TOAST in our Gaetano-fireside?

(Song Refrain): A la recherche BABEE, a SOIREE-boogaloo and our codex WORD is a noggins fool, a slip, a sly, a pas de Deux, a fashionista, a ferra-gosta kiss? A sentimental bliss? Do we LOVE or DIE?

Outta Champsies, outta vino-Barolo, out of the "rendezvous"? U never wanna talk about? When I met U/ Outta Champagne, we/and I never got to string my Guitar! Al la recherche my Love, U bitch-perdu!....Mi amore?

c.davedelacroix. Corozal, Belize. Aug,2023./Could be SUNG by Maurice Chevalier or Nicola Puleo-Sciacca-Sicily.

OUR MAN IN WHERE =DA_FUCK_I FORGOT MY P/W!? Can we MASTURBATE in LACE?

OUR MAN in BERGHEIM, BELIZE: Happy days? 

So THERE I was, half naked, in the Forest. NO DRUM tobacco, half a bottle of STROTH, a 6-pax of Stella-Artoix,, NO ERECTION, hanging out near Hettesletiahalsimhaim, a shithole Ville near probably where YOU live? TODAY'S GERMANS R SO disappointing? I pity the KIDS upcoming?

c.dave delacroix/JOY to the World!

c. I gotta Gibson Guittar in Ludwigshafen, so waz ist lose?

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: " KOSHER-INC!!!!"

 OUR Man IN EUROPE/BELIZE: Dave Delacroix: "KOSHER-INC.!!!"

IT'S ONLY FATAL, U SCMUCK, when U FEEL, that Symphony, that Kosher Deal; it doesn't matter how she FONDLES your BALLS, or predicts betting-scores or decided on Sunday/Cricket-Whites what should U wear? IT'S ONLY CRICTICAL if U SWEAR U say "Liebling" and give her that "Ich Lieber-dich" stare, compounded, sing ya love-mumbles? 

It's ONLY fatal if U FAIL. Failing? Who cares. Big deal? WEAR something Cool!!! Leastways, at the END of your tether, GRISTLE & GRIN/Thorsten Veblen philosophy then sing me a Billie Holliday song? Catch-Cool-Can in our highs & lows; anytime!!!

c.davedelacroix. Alive & well in BELIZE.

OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix/Daivid michael Oxley, age 67 NOW IN AL HANDS where my BLOG is BEING CENSORSED. (Too much fun?) The HITCH-HIKER!!!

 

Our DAVE in FREEDOM, Dave Delacroix, "hitch-hiker!!!

Couldn't guarantee the WI-FI but we we still had Masturbation. The BUICK? But we still had the Radio! The DASHBOARD:  The WORLD-TRADE-TOWERS? 

"...I met my $60,000 baby at the FIVE & dime." She'd switch from soiled/Levis to Armani, portofino to Blackpool, Caviar to Fish & Chips, who in the Order of Angels would cry out, BITCH! Gimmie your Credit Card!!!?

I met my MILLION-DOLLAR-whossit at the "5 & D", some wicked kind-a rendezvous, some say, on the sly? And CALL ME if U want the BIO; ya fashion YA fashion, streamline!

IF U ever get to St. Louis. By the river, SING. It's a place? I been there too. But had to get back on that Highway, hitch-hiker-shoes. Just a "hitch-hikers shoes', babee, I aint good enough for U.

c.davedelacroix, belize. 2023

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Our Green & Pleasant Land."

YAZZA: Our man in Europe/belize/dave delacroix: Our Green & whoost!"

(dedicato: Leigh Overall-Gibbons/London Stock Market/Hugh O'Neil-Chase-Manhattan/Wall St.)

In memorial: Michael Durliat, R.I.P.

GOD KNOWS how U met her. Porn-star, Paris-Night Club, lodged in her CLEAVERAGE, sweating-U & HER? What a way to die? Sex-suffocation! (Bout THIS? Ask Bill Houston: YOLANDA from Egypt?): Songs R written putting da shame to:

Did U DIE in the Gears of a Combine-Harvester, the Shark's - Hawaii jagged tooth? Surf-board-City or eating TOO MUCH Spam? Did U die of DESPAIR, that Gal, never was there, like LAMIA, a snake, u-lost, absorbed in her reptile coils that sucked your throat?

Did U DIE in the City, a London-Taxi hit and run? London BUS? Economy-kill? GOD KNOWS what furrows U plough in your provincial, cocktail-pharmacy where Gold-Diggers thrive in a hive of Vagina-rewards? Songs of Love? -Don't be stupid! Tanqueray & Tonic!?

GOD KNOWS the racketeer, from YALE, RUTGERS, HARROW, Eton, or plebian Schoolgrounds that SODOMIZE the "Game of Cricket" and all "fair play", displayed in a LIFE perchance, cut short & thrown away. Sunday "whites" bloodied, Tea-time over HELL? Testicles-cringe?

GOD KNOWS the new CENTURIONS, the CAPTAINS of us all who survey BETHLEHEM'S debauchery in England's Green-whoost? WHO CRIES OUT for the Mice that infest your Regency houses and that scatter at your feet? Or our long-lost, pre-Industrial ENGLAND that whispers in your dreams where MEANING dissolves in a Blakean canvas?

GOD KNOWS how U met her. Did U die out-right? Or enjoy the slither of her coils?

c.2023, davedelacroix.