Sámara Joy y La Placa de Gilberto Bosques en Marseille

La Doble U {W}

Bitches’ Brew Bolt

And, Charlotte Bee-Bring, Denis Soula can go fuck himself, Aussie. It’s the Five Continents sessions, no sub-divisions allowed.


Sorry if I misspelt your name, I’m Mexican and all I want is Taco 🐕 Bell, and here is why.


But before Öüï brings out τhe sixth letter in the alphabet { ζ } Eye regrets to inform you that don GiBo is not going to make it to that O’l Port in the Ségobridges de Massalia, in don GiBo’s place Öüï summoned another Gil, this one from Brazil, pas de La Plata because that’s another thing in l’Argentina.

La Concha de Saint Jacques and a Connecticut Yankee en-route to Galicia.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip/marseille-jazz-des-cinq-continents-avec-samara-joy-et-gilberto-gil

And without further, ADO here’s an excercise in the magnesium del museo de la gymnopédie del día del PERRO en la Colonia Miguel Hidalgo del Excelentísimo Embajador de Francia en México y el Kinder de Frida Kahlo en “el Cinito mexicano”… Films Sans Image e Ideotas sin imaginación:


Speaker Kevin is to Iggy what Pop is to The Weasel, and The Whistle is blown by Trump. The Whistle—The Weasel.


( ͡° ͜ζ °͡ )… Degenerate dog abusers should rot in hell, unless they happen to be in Bibi Netanyahu’s army of Torah preachers, if that is the case, then they should go back to Poland in the pre-atomic age, —Oppie.

And, James (not that one) the following time-delayed link is nothing more than pure co-incidence, and I swear that I am not now, nor have ever been a member of the “last letter” organization.


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