Caminando por Balard
me platicaba una fresa
“Pedro Infante está vivo”… y ameniza cada 16,
al filo de la media noche —en Issy-les-Molineaux.
“If my feet could fit a railroad track…¹”
Shaver, W.J., in: Ain’t no God in Mexico.
Versión Ricardo Arjona…. of course.

DEAR JOHN ACKERMAN_ some of the people who ‘paraded’ you around in Paris were politically aligned with EL GODINAZGO INSTITUCIONALIZADO. | Go Ahead, you may use the terminology that the staff of asegovia3 coined at the IHEAL and at a bar near Sciences Po. —G’ahead Johnny. It’s o.k. || Fair use of a British guard, and Uso Justo of The Front Page of the Internet; this is not a drill—this is not a “Blogspam,” the above ↑ is visual analysis and support for the continuing story of: [1] Los hilos de Sasha, [2] La tesis de un fracaso. ||| En otras palabras Federico: Fair Use of Media… Next time that you are in town, please say ¡Hola!!! to Brontis at the Préfecture.
[ ↑ Regresamos con las imagenes … después de un tequila ↓ ]
TimeStamp: 4-20 something CET.
Coming Up: Eek-A-Mouse ends up in Tijuana, vía “Vancouver, coming from Jamaica…” Hilarity ensues when the Mouse meets ‘Pancho Vila’.
Later in the show: Mika goes to Portland. She rallies for Main lobsters’ rights —in Sweden².
A new report from the mighty-mighty Associated Press warns of a possible Main lobstermen Swedish “boat engine party” along the Kittery’s factory outlet… near the mighty Piscatiqua River —on I-95).
Sources follow:
1. Ain’t No God in Mexico… Ricardo Arjona.
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