Archivo del Autor: Armando Segovia

What a day for a day dream, custom made for a Grease Lightning Hot Rod!

Bonjour, aujourd’hui il est mercredi 18 avril 2018
… et aujourd’hui je vais vous mordre tes lèvres-en pensant à toi
Dans un Hot Rod à deux roues, eh!

This is a jale in progress…

TimeStamp: 13 hundred hours in Central NATO Time…

Anyguëy, the staff is French illiterate [for now, because it’s part of the original Six-year engagement] and that’s alright because Bing [especially under the rain] is a friend and besides, the God Damned Blues just don’t have the same ring in a language that does not like to pronounce the letter “S” como en el caso de Pari…S, –ewe know what I mean?

Conventionality Belongs to Yesterday

Indélébile… like grease, or red wine on a pretty little white tablecloth. }-—–~~~\*> Snapshot by the Ghost of armando guajardo… 1978, but in 2018—CopyLeft!

En fin, Sirens
a funny thing happend on the way to the Forum
when a big slap in the flashback detonated a storm of rambling memories that knocked us [the staff] back to the year when Mario Alberto Kempes shared screen time with the Star Wars universe and a little musical screenplay where Frankie Valli, was, as “they” say now a days: The Shit!

Bueno, lo más seguro es de que Gane quién Gane la puta elección en México México Ra-Ra-Ra, a la poblacion que no forma parte de los lambiscones del 1% se los va seguir llevando La Gran Verga. Esperemos, licenciado Brozo, que los hijos de tu Patrón, don Emilio Azcárraga Jean, produzcan un Mario Alberto Kempes y no tengan que « chillar » como los meros machos cuando a HOLANDA no le pueden ganar, por mientras como siempre–y ya lo sabes pinche Brozo: ¡Chingas a Tu Madre!.. y Ya sabes de que esto es un USO JUSTO DE TODOS LOS PUTOS MEDIOS.

Al menos, en lo que a gobiernos va, México es mucho, mucho, mucho más excepcional que los pinches gachos… perdón, los pinches GAUCHOS, no los pinches gachos porque eso sería equiparar a La Hermana Ruepública de La Argentina con los mendigos italianos, y pues eso, ESO se Come con otra puta pasta. Lo cierto es de que los golpes de Estado y las devaluaciones monetarias son cosas del Gobierno de José López Portillo… el México de hoy es un México de ProMéxico que le pertenece a CANADÁ y cosas feas como las revoluciones [o golpes corporativos de estado, como por ejemplo, Raquelito, en Brasil] son cosas de otros tiempos, ahorita lo que importa en México es saber si para el próximo 16 de septiembre, el cabrón de Canelo “slim boy” Álvarez va a ser una MEADE segura… perdón, ahorita lo que importa es saber si para el próximo 16 de septiembre, el cabrón de Canelo “slim boy” Álvarez va a ser una MEADA, del verbo orinar… segura, o si la carne de caballo o de yegua le va a seguir haciendo daño a su carrera como pugilista, eh‽

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Señor, licenciado y presidente municipal de Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua:

Tocayo…

PRESENTE

Se le solicita, por favor (tan pronto se cure de su puta rodilla) que para el próximo 1 de julio ponga un chingo de pantallas en las casillas del puto IFE (así como usted ya lo hizo con el Pokemon® para que los putos y putas fanaticas de la “decepción mexicana” puedan ser motiovados a que salgan a votar… de paso, señor alcalde de la televisión del Canal 44, le suplicamos que por favor deroge también, la puta “Ley Seca”; por favor.

Ya estuvo bueno de tanto almacenamiento de pisto, “like the night before“.

ATTE:
El Staff de asegovia3.com

PostData: Viva México, Kabrones!

“Marcando limites”, para las fuentes de doña Vilma:

… porque “tengo que aprender a fingir más… y a pilotear los que pienso”.

Por debajo de la mesa voy a apagar la luz…

Señoras y señores (y señoritas…) con ustedes, el mejor delantero de fútbol en México.

“Yo [Armando] aprendí a tener confianza en mí, y supe cuando tenia confianza en mí el día que me atreví a sentar en un piano [en frente de un teclado] porque muchas de las gentes dejan de verme, pero créame señora que estoy aquí, a diferencia de otras gentes que están allí, pero no están haciendo ¡NI MADRE¡ »

Armie Appleseed… a.k.a. Armando Manzanero.

… ahhh, y que no se les olvide a los de la YAMAHA, [el staff prefiere, KAWASAKI] que Armando les va “a cantar donde quieran, pero también [le] van a llevar Dos Pianos a Todos Los PALENQUES que vayamos a hacer, ¡eh!

1040 — Intermission…

The 1%* of the Capital Gang need not bother with common peoples trifles, carpe diem and sip on mimosas on your yatchs. You’ve earned it! it’s not easy making of the common folks a cast of conformists consumers.

Anygüey, John Heilemann…

With All Due Respect… hey, Mhaaaayn! Bill Maher called, he wants his square-patterned sport’s coat back. -_• Fair use of Cousin Joe’s clear blue sky and the one and only, John Heilemann… this is a time-delayed screen-grab from the Monday, April 16th edition of the MoreJo Show.

* In the American motorcycle enclaves (or setting—call it an outlaw environment) the One per-center’s are the “bad hombres” that give “good bikers” a bad name. Folklore  in that universe states that of the whole, only 1% of ‘em are what the Shepards call ‘black sheeps’… ewe, know.

TimeStamp: The 11 hundred hours in Central Nato Time.

Ladies in Gemeni… welcome to the greatest reality spectacle west of Atlantic City, and fhe failed Trump Casino and Resorts

My fellow American, this is James Brown, and Ewe’all are Living in the greatest reality show in the known universe… of America! — USA—USA— USA!!!

Mientras tanto en Paris (75013) à Tolbiac to be precise, Mika, the syllabus includes à seminar in Sex, a workshop in Drugs, and a MASTER’s 2 in  Rock-and-Roll.

TimeStamp, 18 hundred hours in Central NATO Time.

…. when we return the staff is back at it with the Kubrick angle and the Greatest Movie Never Made, but first: The back page of today’s trascendental news, in the EU.

“Little Brothers” in the EU are a little more emancipated than their FCC regulated counterparts on the dot–com Silicon Valley/SINGULARITY UNIVERSITY/DARPA Campus counterparts. Today, April, 17th of 2018, the mayor newspapers ceatured a full–page notice explaining what’s about to take place with the ability of facefuck with the ability of  would-be cyberspace emperors like Zuckerberg and his world personal data farm house. }-—-~~~\*> Newsstand snapshot by armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2018—CopyLeft.

… correction, the staff just mistated the fact that all major newspapers in France published a full-page notice —apparently paid for and approved (¡a huevo! que sí) by Mark Zuckenberg. Fenster the copy editor, however, noticed that El Mundo de Le Monde featured no such public notice, which Mark Zuckenberg wants to pass as an advertorial for his evil empire; interestingly enough, every Tuesday at Libération  is The NYT Tuesday, today them folks collaborated with a reportage about going cold turkey from Clover Green to Deep Blue. The piece is about Depression Drugs withdrawals.

Coincidentally, at 19h10, the students at Tolbiac continue to jazz things up with the Frog’s version of “Fuck Gordon Sullivan, David Summers*   Andy SUMMERS, and that other guy Copeland”.

Source: page 28 of this link: http://www.liberation.fr/liseuse/publication/17-04-2018/1/

Correction… Fenster just noticed that the staff got their “Wires Crossed” and mixed “David” Summers from the “G-Men”, with “Andy” SUMMERS from “The Police”… must have been all them FBI wires from the Three Ring Circus in a Federal Court (of Law).

Meanwhile in Cuba, there’s a new sheriff in town, the end of the Castro’s Era has come to a peaceful end, dicho de otra manera, Fidel no fue derrotado, ni tampoco lo asesinaron, ni tampoco lo acusaron de ser un pillo, ni tampoco vendió cacahuates de paz en Laos, no sufrió oportunamente de Alzahimers para no tener que responder por “los contras”, ni tampoco nutrió a dictadores en el Mesopotamia  para luego derrocarlos —a lo mejor, sus pasantes que estudiaban medicina si le chuparon el pene— pero ciertamente no invadió al enemigo equivocado porqué Saddam Hussein quisó matar a su señor papa Bush… Castro no suministró a Narcos En México con armas de grueso calibre, y ya en su plena juventud octogenaria le tocó ver “El Circo” y la implosión del Imperio con el idiota que lleva el control del botón más peligroso del mundo.

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“Tell it to me slowly… “

TimeStamp: “Funky–Zombies” time under a Skinny Bottom Moon, in Central Europe Time, on the clock the mark is 21 hundred  hours with 40 and some change.

“Watch me as i navigate, ha, ja, ha, ja—HA!”… Feel Good, Inc. —_•  Uso justo de todos los gorillaz y de la soul on three burners going at the same time—all the Time… Work in progress by segoviaspixes 2018—CopyLeft_ timestamp: 23 hundred hours in Central Europe Time.

Now before we [the staff] sign out for the night, we’d like to remind the future princess-to-be, THAT YOUR QUEEN  IS A LIZARD, and that Mike was the real prince, who cares if he didn’t actually go to Harvard Law, the boy can Tango with the best.

Next port… Puerto Peñasco en el Mar de Cortéz! –_•. Uso justo de todos los pointy kioskos!… et ça va, bien, thank you very mucho. }—-~~~\*>  One for the eternal road, you « lonesome bad boy »,  you.

Dear, Alex Alter @ “The” NYT… part ii

lThere’s a most hypocritical phrase in Spanish that describes all that one—anyone—might have wanted to have for themselves, and it’s called “envidia de la buena”, i’ ll let my friend Gustavo translate that for you… i believe that he’s listed in your staff’s go-get-to staff, but for comma saving space, let it be known that i give my left nut for the opportunity to have “roamed the Met, marveling for hours ,” like Ms. Madeline Miller did as child, pero instead, the street were my gallery…

Fear and Loathing in Paris… nahhhh…

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i (armando segovia) find it amusing for Ms. Miller to infuriate herself because Circe had to fuck the hero of the story as “conciliatory gesture”, because in modern times GENDER IS IRRELEVANT, alpha bitch or alpha dog are n par…

TODAY

It’s a race to the top and fuck and suck who you need to; you must, albeit, it helps if the elevator that you arrived ∴ in ∴ was already set for the top floor… although, even at the top there’s a RAT race and flesh is the price; they just eat a different kind of food, to “make it to the bitter end.”

For the FNAC®️ record…

Sur les jupes de…la bruja de La Odisea.

…anygüey, the staff is preocupied witn a work in progress called Napoléon, so fuck the Greek, since the Romans prevailed, eh!  Mr. Macron?

Synapses Supremus… this is a work in progress, eh!

TimeStamp: 21 hundred hours in Central NATO Time.

Man in the box, eh!

 

Oh, Mika… you know that half a circus is just a pantomime

Good afternoon, today is Monday before Tax Day in the U.S., and Robert de Niro just nailed some Focker, on “the” msnbc’s.

Anygüey, John Heilemann, what’s that other “Circus” guy’s name, if you need a replacement, “you know my name… pick up the number”.

I any case, Cousin Joe, we [the staff] have a really–really–really bad memory, and we didn’t seem to have a Mark on the diary, with regards to that other feller’s name, but don’t dismay Louis, the staff here is on the case.

TimeStamp: 12 hundred hours on Central NATO Time.

Yup, because the times, it seems that They’re Never Changing,  Mr. Rolling Nobel Stone Laureate. … here’s looking at Ewe, Bob…. regards, « The Sugarman » Rodriguez. ——— CopyLeft, segovispixes (2018).

Stratégie de Malmaison follows...

P.S… Mika, please don’t fault us [the staff] on the commas, the fact is that a veces no tenemos ni para comer—porque la prioridad es el Ron—… anygüey, as that James Comey friend said on your show, «  you have your faults », and we have ours, but the ONE COMMON FACTOR HERE, between « tall man » Comey and us, is that we always say the truth.

So remember, this is draft, and nothing but a draft, which is why we [the staff] brought in the big copy editing Guns of Fenster, and not that bum, his alter ego—Frankie Four Fingers, because that guy’s a degenerate.

TimeStamp: 16 hundred hours in Central NATO Time.

Dear Alexandra Alter @ The NYT… meet Napoleón, y a su “Leña Verde”

… and do say hello to Rabbit Hunter extraordinaire Maureen Dowd [burrowed] in the cubicle next to the “mommy’s little helper” anxiety cabinet.

Now, with regards to that “male anxiety,” which Ewe go on and pin on la bruja de la Odisea, on a 3/4 page slot of last Friday’s International Edition of your cotidiano from Nueva York (Culture, pg. 18), we [the staff] thank you for providing the winds to set us on a journey designed to separate the “alphas” from the “bee’s”… full disclosure, we [the staff] range, or rather average on the “X, Y, Z” of that scale; and we Feel Fine.

And, boy! Oh, boy… forecast calls for a busy–bzzzzy week, what with all the angles, tangents, and azimuths to triangulate for a safe passage, —through Hell, we [the staff] couldn’t hope for anything else.

So watchout for those heavy squalls, hang on to the mast, but most of all, —ignore the Siren call.

… Say there, Louis Burgdorf please relay to Mika that context and imagery will follow throughout the day/night, so do stick around, eh! In the mean time, we begin to rig  from the ass , scratch that, in the mean time we prepare  the vessel’s rigging from the backstray . 

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BREAKING THE NEWS
… for Lawrence.

… R. Lee Ermey, the Kubrick angle. (R.I.P.) — Full Metal Bad Ass.

… y mientras Rusia considera de que manera contra ataca en Syria, a don Macron se le inflamaron los labios y el quiere saber si los periodistas que lo cuestionan por una gran gama de asuntos de gran envergadura, entre los que se encuentran la reforma ferroviaria; o la del gremio de la educación en dónde él quiere reestructurar los requisitos de admisión a estudios superiores, mismo que en estos precisos INSTANTES MANTIENE las puertas de la Facultad de NANTERRE cerradas; o el resguardo de Mali, y por supuesto; el bote de la migración, todo eso han hecho —a lo mejor— que el mandatario al servicio de Marianne se pregunte si los periodistas son irrespetuosos ante él.

… a falta de pulpa convertida en papel, pixels de PHILIPS®️ ensamblados en Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, a traves de Direct CNEWS Matin }-—-~~~\*> Uso justo de las vacaciones que Philippe Labró.

A lo mejor depende en el nivel de incomodidad en el que los reporteros lo pongan a usted, (señor presidente) entonces pues, la insolencía de los periodistas depende en su nivel de autoritarismo, señor.

por ejemplo, para que Raquelito (en msnbc) se ubique, i would love to answer that question for you, (monsieur le président) however, it was during your predecessor’s term in office that my journalist credentials were revoked because La Prefecture de Paris [in collaboration with PROMÉXICO and the Year of ENRIQUE PEÑA NIETO IN FRANCE] thought that my shoe leather approach for digging into the nepotism and cronyism of the Mexican government in France, was a little disrespectful for Brontis taste… or something like that.

Las fuentes para doña Alex…

RIP ebdo… last January, when Causette was struggling to keep a float, a new kid on the Kiosks set out on a maiden voyage, but the staff there must have used an alternative spumante, as opposed to Champagne to bless the sail, anygüey, the folks at ebdo sank within two months… Causette is still around.

1. Alter, A., “Circe, a Vilified Witch From Classical Mythology, Gets Her Own Epic.” https://nytimes.com/2018/04/06/books/madeline-miller-circe-novel.html

2. Lahanas, M., Ancient Greek Ships http://www.hellenicaworld.com/Greece/Technology/en/Ships.html

3. Stratége in progress:

Synapses stratégiques… happeninig right now. }-—-~~~\*> uso justo de todos los pavimentos del ayuntamiento de París. •—¡—• CopyLeft, segoviaspixes 2018.

Every once in a Blue Moon on a Chinese Dog of a Year…

Death and Taxes can go to hell… at least for another two more days, here’s why:

Because it’s motherfucking Weekend Edition, Colin Jost—that’s why.

Taxman calls on the 17th —this Dog Year.

Cheers!

<*/-—-~~~{ •¡• }~~~-—-\*>

P.S… at 22 hundred hours in Central NATO Time:

That’s right Colin Jost, we (the staff) WILL SEE EWE, and your ILLUMINATI tag alongs, AKA the World Thievery Corporation… « In Hell », and we can’t hardly wait, you little golfing Focker, You!

In the mean time, Napoléon and Josephine are getting ready to give us a Strategy class, in the next sketch.

Here’s a sketch in the form of apophenia of the Ol’Emperor himself:

Hard headed Emperor… context from « La Calculadora » à Malmaison, and her love for bankers, and power follows…

Laidies in Gemeni, con ustedes

« La Calculadora »

… but first un « petit » disclaimer:

If there’s one thing that we [the staff] love about The Frogs, is believe it or not, their spirit of self deprecation when it comes to the historical figures that make up the ingredients of their « pot–au-feu » (caldo en Castellano) palabra con la que una ex–amiga solía describir (en forma de auto-albur, por decir) a su propia madre, diciéndome que su progenitora (la de ella, no la de ustedes) era “una puta fea”…

!Va! y ni cómo contestar; porque aquí entre nos’ yo creo que mi ex-amiga se refería a que “la seño” estaba fea del alma, porque del cuerpo y cara, la señora tenía el consome suficiente como para armonizar con aquello que le da, “sabor al Caldo”.

Chepina la del Imperio… “La stratégie ça me connaît après la mort de mon premier mari, j’ai commencé a fréquenter des banquiers, PLEIN de Banquier, et je me suis peu à peu rapproché des Cercles de Pouvoir.”

Las fuentes del Hotel de Los Invalidos, follows, eh!