Long story short, MANOLETE dies. In the mean time let’s look in the rear-view mirror.
Habit de lumière
Brody is a Fair Use of La Fiesta Brava, and of course, “thee” IMdB and “El viaje de Théophile Gautier a España”, sin olvidar “La corrida del 1 de mayo” de Jean Cocteau.
Sin embargo, if professor of Spanish Studies at Paris-Sorbonne, Aracéli GUILLAUME-Alonso could confirm, interlopers, intrusos, infiltrados e improvisados can say that Paul Solet might have gotten the inspiration for the first-half of the script of CLEAN (2020) from a “raging bull” behind the wheels of an automobile*, but the second-half of that tale is all BRODY playing MANOLETE with a different “traje de luces”, or as la profe Ara says, the second skin of a Matador… and please don’t call CLEAN a “woke avenger” if you can’t distinguish the difference between Vaudeville y un Lienzo de verdad.
*.~ A Monte Carlo that had seen better days, but that still gets one from POINT a to POINT b, just like the wheels that MANOLETE used in order to get from Plaza to Plaza as he was changing the highest art-form en el redondel.
Florida… you just might have a reason for Mí not to sink you into EL GOLFO de México, but only if this guy stars as a pawnshop owner:
— Ewe’r out of order. — No. You are out of order.
³.~ Pronounced like « RISA » en Castellano, y también en Español… Bong_bong Ewe gots to diversify Yo’Bonds… Joséphine Baker sends her regards.
And starring as Adrien “MANOLETE” Brody:
JULIANNA TATELBAUM
people who know, call Brody a “Junk Yard Dog“
And, Katty Kay… over at SWA that code is pronounced: moron. In sports nEwes, congratulations to the L.A. Rams on a great run.
LIVE from The Green 💚 Zone at Châtelet at Métro Line Purple to Buadicourt* 💜… soon all the way to Rungis market next to Orly.
* Robert de Baudricourt… Sorry D.A.T. Eye misspelled your nomenclature.
And, Mika 🐝, now that you’ve got into sports, ya’Eva seen a lamb go against a Tiger? Only if youse into Hollywood endings. One thing is fo’$ure, if the plastik WO’iks, Eye is having another Ale… many many Ales.
And, Cousin Joe… stop entertaining, you Spotify-bitch! 🚕🚖🚊 and stop interrupting Mika, you son-of-a-bitch!
“Un oscuro y un jovero…” — When cops are for TRUMP… it’s like new Morons in America (sin acento) and RUSSIANS in Venezuela.
“Amarillo no me pongo, le jaune est ma coloration.” (Les Deux Amis)
Artiste: Los Cadetes de Linares [∇]
Label: TRÉBOL
Style: Norteño, Ranchera, Bolero, Corrido
Cambio de tercio… jump to PAGE TÚ with Jean Cocteau y en el ligue que chingue a su madre Vargas-Llosa.
No son lo mismo un manojo de forget-Mí-knot¹ alemán
que un puñado de Vernissages a-La-francesa
¹.~ Vergissmeinnicht
Los olvidadosdelahistoria
SOURCE:
ARTE FRANCE — Les Films de Tambour de Soie; Sara, M.
Episode 6, MANOLETE
If you are not a regular non-reader of this blog you might KNOT remember DEXTER, our Jamaican friend from the mind of EDDIE MURPHY’s 1987 HoBO Special, RAW, look it up, {or} wait for the tags at the bottom of this rag on a later time zone, right now we are running on fumes and the wind is blowing the wrong güey.
Full-disclosure (it will make sense later in the narration) i break at least 50misdeMEAnors³ before Paris s’éveille, but that is because I have a very weak bladder and can’t hold my urine for more than a block.
TimeStamp: Michael Cimino en fip… Nostalgia de la buena
For Context, i stopped making conversations with people about 3 or 4 years ago, there is a reason for it and it goes against my personality traits from a previous life, not the one that i am living now; anyhow, earlier this morning two fellows from the Street Academy were having a conversation next to where i was taking a dump. The conversation involved the following tropes/elements/characters:
— A priest
— A cop
— Un árbol que da moras (la moral… look it up or wait for Spring teens)
Long story short, a priest can’t be a cop and a cop can’t be a priest was the debate that Martin and JD were having at the new Saint-Merri public showers… now to fast-forward and answer Martin’s rant, which turned into a word salad that i cut-off when he added that a priest should not aspire to be a millionaire, so with that in mind:
— The priest’s name is Onésimo Cepeda alias:
https ://es .wikipedia .org /wiki /On%C3%A9simo_Cepeda_Silva
— The cop’s name is “classified” for now.
— … so never mind La Moral for now and enjoy the Blackberries.
Pardon my interruption, i said, but last night (por ejemplo) i witnessed a young girl getting raped by at least 10 guys next to a snake like this one, perhaps you’ve seen it (the snake, not the young girl getting banged) my question to you is, should i be a cop, or should i be a priest… or should i just mind my own business and smear the blackberry jam on the toast at La Bagagerie?
[local context/tangent: according to Roger, the artist at Saint-Eustache, the priest’s name there is JAMES; it could be SANTIAGO for all i care, and it will make sense in a later chapter].
Coq sucker 🍭🎻… ” Because any güey the Wind blows,” Juárez remains next to El Chuco (915).
Leave the sushi, bring the tacos.
🌮🌯🌶️🥑🫑🍅🧄🧂
And, fip Siren, « can you smell what The Rock is cooking? »
Page 26… well you’ve heard about Gaultier’s boite de couture at Le Grand Palais and los pernos que se le cayeron como si fuese la linea 12³ de la Concórdia en México — IT’S Knot oNe of DOS.
…{and} Mr. Kasparov (Garry, Eye believes is your name) please be advised that Fenster (our copy editor) can only count to FOUR, lucky for U.S., Öüï only needs Three Moves to make a bi-plane fly.
³.~ Ahora con acento y toda la cosa.
And (Jonathan Capehart, in Australia, Rafa wore fushia) in Paris… Le Parisien, if that’s even those motherfuckers real name, those Coq suckers are Echo—ing what this litttle fucking blog told Freddy Cats last night. It’s how they roll, first they take the headlines out of OUR Jornada and then they go next to Versailles to build their plot.
It Could Never Happen in France
https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2022/01/30 /deportes /nadal-gana-australia-e-impone-record-en-grand-slam/
Foto cortesía de todos los usos justos en los medios, o algo así.
By FRENCH NATIONAL POLICE standards… are you coq suckers “sure” that the “item” in question is a killing machine? And, Martin at EMMAÜS, allow, Mi, to explain after some tacos at la rue Santeuil (don’t be shy, Chef, say hello).
And while it is true (Le Parisien) that you do leave the “incognita” in the air-soft head of Elisabeth’s nota, open, one has to wonder why this nota would hit the suburbs in the last stretch of the beginning of the end of ERIC ZEMOUR’s* presidential campaign, NOTAS?
*sorry i mispelled your name, nice girlfriend you got there
reminds Mí of a little coq sucker that Eye used to know,
which, motherfucker, is going to be a segue into the PHILOsophie of what in the fuck makes a good Français(e), or something like that.
It’s a segment that, i would like to title:
How ya’ doin’?
Eye can see San José de Las Panochas from here to Eternity.
Note to Kasparov, check!
And I don’t even know how to play one-dimentional checkers!
That is, where the horse 🐎 goes, am I right, Sir? Behind the plane, right? Am I right? {or} Am I write ✍️!?
… The They after, by French “standards”.
memo ✍️ to Memo from BRUT media:
good morning Guillaume
if it’s Sunday morning
Then The Russian Navy Went back to…
THE U.S.—back–to the U.S.—BACK
To the CCCP…
From Ireland with 💕☘️
All the KnEwes that fit… And, Willie Geist, if it’s Sunday: FUCK THE NEW YORK TIMES… Bunch of KANSAS City faggots!
Ahora cuéntame una de Vaqueros, followed by a show “about nothing”.
And, Baby Blue 💙, if you are in on the joke, “la vecindad in front of Vincennes, on la « bendita » rue de La Solidarité, where the Mexican 🌮🌯 Embassy used to hold their kermes with the rock-a-billy mannequin dit Freddy Cats, is now a Dermatologist clinic and face bodyshop.
Entre Río Cuale (Gringo Gulch) y Playa Los Muertos… Cholos Reloaded and The Year of The Tiger (MX) Ten Years Later.
Previously, on BREAKDOWNS (ahora en Blanco y Negro), “Little Jerry Seinfeld” was getting ready for his first coq fight.
After the break, it’s Hey, Jude… ahora con Tololoche.
Alarma!
In real time, across the river from La Conciergerie, Mbappe just stole Ebony and Ivory, and Marie Antoinette (just made out with a guy who is about to lose his liberty for life. Trou 🕳️ tragedy, but that has nothing to do with Mí.
I used to work there. True Story.
El susodicho, was spotted with two secuaces in sequence with The Sunset after Twilight’s time… Those motherfuckers. But worry Knot!!! Guignol and Woody are have all the fingers working the case.
Coincidentally, KATTY Kay, Mika is airborne going {towards} the other güey…
Katty Kay is our resident “Pop Psychologiste” and Donnie Deutsch is a son-of-a-bitch, period!
And in WaWa Land, Stephanie Ruhle is definetly a CYBORG from New Jersey, she can do the 11h, and the 9h in less than 24 hours. And she’s boosted! Steph’s handler, a bow-tie medical kind from HOUSTON {not} street is working an additive to ship La Pundita to shitholes around the world and eradicate all of the Corona’s there.
BREAKINGThe News… don’t shoot the messenger, here’s ART
BREAKDOWNS
In an bizarrely move, taken out of the Comic Book section of the BANDE DESINÉE floor of the Georges Pompidou Centre, Jason Alexandre (Georgie Constanza) joined forces with FLORENCE CASSEZ and kidnapped “little” JERRY SEINFELD.
Oh, the humanity, well, at least “Little” Jerry Seinfeld will be able to read M A U S without having to worry about The Monkees in Knoxville, TN.
And starring as MSNBC’$ $TEVE $CHMIDT, the guy who put Newt on the map, just like Mr. $chmidtdid forSarah Palin. And Mr. Schmidt,in all seriousness, last night on DEADLINE WASHINGTON with Nicolle Wallace, you sounded just like a RUSSIAN TELEVISION pundit (John Mill Ackerman, perhaps) with all of the “feel-good-fuzzy-feeling” propaganda about “AMERICA” being the greatest DEMOCRACY in all of the HISTORY of The World (perhaps in a MEL Brooks movie, but only if a FRENCH fuck rehashes his show, like the cover of this new RAG).
In the role of Kurt Bordella’s abuelita is a Kansas City Chiefs fan by the name of Claire McCaskill… On Twilight Time. In Other Words, “Let Mí Roll It“.
It’s Godwin’s They in Tennessee. Bad pussies all of youse. “No Soup For You!”****
The Sum of All Hate is SUGARCOATED ignorance.
Moving on, Eye seconds The Reidout’s maxim:
It’s no fun working The TRAPEZE without a safety net.
Trapecio de P U A S 🐁🐀
TIMECHECK FOR BRUT MEDIA
{memo for Memo… Via la rue Guillaume
75006 casi esquina con Le Basile,
and La Peña de Saint-Germaine des Près}
In the words of a baldheaded Irish monk with a cunt instead of a dick:
“It’s been…
Listen Up, Wallace… At 1000hours in Pacific Standard Time, i boarded an Air France Transatlantic Jet Airplane with a ‘bon’ from the French Consulate on Route 66 in Los Angeles, California, in order to write an independent research project dealing with Mexican corruption, and the French dignitaries {at SciencesPo} that make it happen. Good morning, don Leo Orellana.
