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    Hey there. My name is Dane DeLucchi. I'm a singers/song writer based in Reno, NV.
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    Choosing

    Posted by DaneDeLucchi - August 1st, 2024


    I used to slap my money on getting off again - a bet that was safe and ribbed for her pleasure then


    But alas, my bills turned blue and rank and eventually, even a hooker would have told me to get to work and the fruit flies would reiterate it but I was too busy doing pink cocaine with a swarthy-looking and mustachioed dude - a dude whom was full of it and of face tattoos - that carried around a wrecking ball just in case, that he limply swung at my closet door mirror one time, and he wore shades indoors and raved on about how love is God and that he was chosen


    Another guy with a cyanide molar said he’d fix my bike, but last time he came by, he slipped in like the wind that blows guilefully behind your standard cat-burgler or K.G.B spy


    Invariably, lies were all he ever brought - lies and sometimes a grape-flavored Backwoods-brand blunt, and a pack of Montego reds


    Ever discreet, his gimbled words would remotely encrypt to the point where he had to use the vocoder microphone on my Korg MicroSynth to articulate anything at all


    Messages all in invisible ink that only pawnbrokers can read


    Messages that - like I then - would self-destruct


    He had Google Glass eyes that looked down and around a lot, anywhere but my eyes - a shadow-man that not even the Neighborhood Watch could make, spot or define


    We would communicate in Cesar-cypher or Morse code that we would blink to each other


    It was either that or we might, with 5-inch voices, whisper into paper Dixie cups that were attached to sneaker strings but then he let go of my libido and something snapped and from the high and windy precipice of a vined brick-building, girders swung back and I would attribute this to his bumper-lane vocabulary and his sense of humor that was like a weak chin...It’s there but that’s about all


    The only thing to do was to click heels and saddle a Greco-Roman candle, then let the bottle kick rockets quick, up to the firmament, and let it do its mooning thither in the Chinese side of space


    Now is as good a moment as any to say…


    No


    I don’t want that


    Any of it


    But I do want to state:


    “Pitch of morning's tumbling high-hell, my greetings are now goodbyes to thee


    My welcomes to thou farewell”


    I beheld and felt so many things, and shopped around for the right mirror with the right feel to it - one where I would approve of what I might see therein


    One with a kickstand and holographic grip-tape


    I know what I want and I know what I don't want, but in regards to what I am...


    So far I've only chosen what I am not


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    It's great that you know what you don't want to be.