It’s ten o’clock in Central NATO Times, and:
You’d think that people
would have had enough of
silly love songs.
Euphemisms and Símiles
Eye understand Technical Knock–Out, said “Lindo Canelo”, but what The boxer could not get through his red scalp was the idea of being DOWN on account of TECHNICAL UNEMPLOYMENT.
Anuncio: Clases de Tango
Espacio: Saint—Michel
Hartista: El Coronel Slate in the Key of Carlos Gardel.
Canción: Prolongando la agonía de tu humor.
Acct: Nicea.
Producto: Cebollitas para la Carne Asada.
MERCADO: Santo Domingo en Punta Cana.
It’s Not Fake News, it’s:
AS SEEN on T.V.
With Col. Frank Slate, in the role of Frank Sinatra playing a Blind Al Pacino in Something Stupid, from The Night in New York’s New Yorkies.
PUB T.V. MY GÜEY
Happening right now At the Chambers of Francesca: Black Beard and Long Chin Argento are plotting where to mark the “X” on the Guiliani Files.
And then, all of a sudden, Middle Man, a new Malcolm hit the baby delivery pods at Babylon ONE… won’t be the last Malcolm of the Year, not by a long shot, Malcolms are born every day, the thing keeping the Malcolm in the middle is The Frequency Signal, Mr. Baron, and no, Mr. Baron, Eye don’t expect to to walk the plank, Eye expect you to tell Black Spy, that it’s a good thing that Black Spy doesn’t read this most non–Consequential Southern Command monitor (lizards) post.
17.20 in Central Europe Time
It’s not Fake News.
… and « X–Talk », Corazón
is simple “CROSS–Talk”
and not Talk about that ex-Cunt
from La Promenade, Love.
Silvestre…
can you please square a circle
on that god–damned Woodpecker
out by The Seine, he’s drowning the Cross Talk.
Veinte para las Seis and we ran out of JUICE.
18.20
From the Chambers at Francesca to the Frances-es Riveras we awake at Moon River at Twenty to One.
Jazz follows.