Les frescos de la salle de garde, secret Patrimonio in plain sight, today Öüï begin to by re-visiting Saint–Louis, 1 Av. Claude Vellefaux, 75010 — CED_EX, for more reasons than the orgy which, began to take shape on a tour bus that departed from there, —no less.
Ma sorcière bien aimée, ISSY, ¡Viva México, ratones!
“They’re just the interns”
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Meanwhile at Longchamp, I’ve seen that movie Aussi, Alix.
Gaviota, el son de Georgina y Alix.
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Si yo fuera Lionel Messi, metería de materia un gol por la puerta de Dios.
But seriously Volks, in Hilo, Hawaii, it’s still don Porfi’s Birthday 🎈, but over at La Crypte Archéologique del Km. Zero de la Île de La Cité, ya es 16 de septiembre and later in the programming Öüï is going to be looking at a vulgar display of clay, rocks, and other assorted stones.
And Aya Cissoko 🥊… ‘member her, she is currently gracing the fence of the park de Saint-Jacques along la ridiculously named rue de RAVIOLI*, any how the pugilistic artist ran into us (the staff, Yesterday) as we were getting high during our annual visit to don Porfi’s resting place.
But seriously, Volks…
In récapitulation it was a most excellent afternoon and Eye had an opportunity to listen to PAISAS visiting don Porfi’s. New this year, I did not burn a Mexican flag, but I did keep the good General moist with my beer ration waste-liquid. You are welcome don Porfi, youse certainly bienvenido en Bienvenue.
Where were you while we were getting high?
And, Sirène… fuck The Pink Panther, Popeye, and Ewe tú, Mozart.
15 de septiembre (Twelve years ago)… Issy-les-Moulineaux; Metro 🚇 Ballard. I parked the Blue Pill³, precisely in front of Dr. Poisson’s ground-floor flat, and next to the Technicolor building on la rue Eliane Jeannin-Garreau just before 📍 BFM’er📍TV.
³~. 2005 Ford Ka.
El placer de los dioses — l’ennoblissement du vulgaire.
… 12h, I had to take a dump before heading over to our favorite despot’s tomb en Montparnasse, as I entered el toledo (WC) I could faintly hear a solitary voice singing Las Mañanitas… on my way heading West to the 15éme Division on the aptly named Avenue d’Ouest I encountered a handsome chap dressed in full-charrería regalia del campo, not in the traditional black Rayo de Jalisco suit. We exchanged salutations but I didn’t feel like taking the snapshot.
It’s all Greek to Mí, Morresey. 🎶 The More Ewe Ig°Nor°Mí, the closer Rue gets.
From the East (looking from), Taurus is right behind the upright resting place as if the Bull 🐂 was looking at The Mexican from the top of the that ugly eyesore on the Boulevard de Depart, but if you happen to be looking from the West (rear of tomb) Virgo has both The Moon and The Sun on top 🎩 of the dictator’s spot.
I am the son, I am the heir, Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and heir, Of nothing in particular… It’s just another set of misheard lyrics: The Air of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
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I’m a dreamer, bay-bee… so why don’t you kill me.
Viva, La Raza and artistas like Tamayo.
Viva el Cinco de Mayo…
I love Philippe Leclerc de Hauteclocque, really, I’ve always respected the AMX projects and now, well now you have shit and a Mariachi ensamble for your future ARMOR defense systems (punto y coma) gulp, gulp, gulp (wine sippin’ sound goes here).
We love the all, the all of you Where lands are green and skies are blue When all in all, we’re just like you We love the all of you
Spacehog
Maybe in the Mean~time… does any of them fucking mariachis know that one?
I’m an Alligator yes, but also a Distinguished Armor Technician, I could have designed the perfect THANKs for y’all, instead you are going to get the mariachis to cover your precious “patrimoine”.
Don’t worry about her, [ I bet you think this post is about you] she’ll find a güey from the temporary visa pool to start a new orgy at her workstation or clinic. Her husband won’t mind the divorce or PACS dissolution, if he is cool, and only if he is cool and “integrates” he will get that €150,00 solidarity check and, in six months, full-RSA and a studio to live in.
Now don’t you fuckers forget to dispose them soft-skin 56’s on your TRI and forget about that XLR-Standard, put them fuckers in the “gaspillage” bin. Fucking €16 million per unit, what a waste, but keep on granting that €150,00 solidarity pay for your “incoming” artists, I honestly can’t wait to see all of the stranded Lampedusa arrivals at Florence Cassez doorsteps in Calais.
I am sure Alicia, Georgina and Sergio will be there to do the things that they do best, and which is to “INDIGNEZ~VOUS” and tear thier clothes apart in solidarity with the France INSOUMISE orgy.
Hilarity ensues when the Secy of Benghazi walks in… bitch’s looking more like Madonna than George Harrison’s son… ever did. Ask Jodorowski, he knows, and it’s still Chile International Memorial Month, o algo así.
… but Öüï’s knot going anywhere without KARNI
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Fuck you, Donnie Deutsch!
The after-orgy.
It’s a cunt-filled morning in Washington; first Frisco then what’s her name, Kenneth?
That’s a good look that you got there Donnie, I hope that your socks match, you son of a bitch.
By: Eddie Terrones y los Extra Testicles (AS3) _ Yada, yada, yada, ¡ y Yada, bola de putos!
México para Chile y chile 🌶️ para los charros, comenzando con los mariachis.
… répertoire, Eye got’s your répertoire you Maison de La Musique fags, I’m your Huckleberry, Mr. Clemens.
And we begin the Beguine in Nantes, home of Marie France’s French Patrimoine (en Haïti via Le Code Noir de Colbert y los molineros de Vaux Le Vicomte) take, IT!, a güey! 🪗🥁 en Tabasco®️sauce.
Ahora una de “Oh-ey-SiS » …
… an EX factor, Eye agrees, but don’t you cock 🌶️🥒🍆🍌 suckers (en Variedad de colores) think that this most non-consequential blog is about you, bay—bee.
Oh, Ey Sis!… I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
— 1847: la Ciudad de México es invadida por tropas estadounidenses (batalla de Chapultepec). Se destaca la actuación de los Niños Héroes.
Over at the IMER Noticias en tiempo diferido, la doctora Estefanía Cruz sobre simplifica la situación del hijo de Joe Biden, and with the “recelo” of JOHN MILL ACKERMAN and a French waiter’s attitude, the academic assures’ the IMER Noticias audience that “when the evidence finally is presented” the Republicanos will show that, “Hunter Biden is a ‘nini‘ que no hace bien las cosas“.
The good doctor, however, could not answer how the Hunter Biden Affaire affected Mexico. After the break, Eye will tell you coq suckers how the Hunter Biden Affair affects Mexico’s biggest pride, o como dicen en el banco del bienestar de los Amigos de López Obrador: las benditas R€M€$A$.
Masiosare, un extraño enemigo.
All the knews that fit…
In local News there are no poets at MSNBC, Issy, Öüï knew this. And over at the Beaubourg, l’histoire de Blois* has an RDV with Macario³, the greatest movie that Stanley Kubrick never had the time to make.
Y aserejé-ja-dejé De jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva majavi an de bugui an de güididípi Aserejé-ja-de jé De jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva majavi an de bugui an de güididípi Aserejé-ja-dejé De jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva majavi an de bugui an de güididípi
³~. Blois / 26th Ed.
*~. Pronounced /blwa/ with a snooty delivery.
Slam poetry is for fags. A faith experiment in on every stroke.
Sobre las olas, a Space Odyssey in 2001
To paraphrase the Serb at the U.S. Open:
If Jaime Maussan had a fancy-schmanzie Greek last name like the Ancient Astronaut Theory guy, or a very British nomenclature such as the one from The Lizard People show, Icke! Maussan would get the recognition that Stephen Spielberg got from that hypocrite actor of “Morning in America”.
But earnestly, Stephen Spielberg remembers the time when N° 40 invited Stanley Kubric to the White House showing of E.T., according to Spielberg, Nancy was sidéré after she got off of the “Back To The Future” DeLorean, on account that, “a number of people watching E.T. who know, that everything depicted in that TOY STORY STORE is absolutely true.“
Eddie Terrones the Extra Testicle for MEXICAN Senator… the Niños Héroes from Chapultepec approve this transmission.
Good girls go to heaven, bad broads get a Barbie®️ on Deadline in Washington.
… Quick note to the Brazilian fugitive* :
*~. Yes, that one. The one who killed his girlfriend.
If I could do it all over again, I would not have tried to keep things legal, on-the-level, and most definitely, not as a string reporter. Instead, mister Cavalcante, I would land in BARAJAS just to say that I’ve been to the fucking place and then grab a 9 € bus from Madrid to Paris, which I might add, mister Cavalcante, were not de-regulated back in 2010 when this leg of the journey started. That came later when, the current French president was just another minister next to Manuel Valls’ in Hollande’s house at Le Elysée.
But first, it’s Stanley’s reminder that September is the Mexican “Cinco de Mayo” month, because it is their (criollos) Independence Margaritaville celebration but without the fucking whiteness of college students on break, just a bunch of remote-workers gentrifying a dried-up lake that used to be called Text-CoCo, or some silly nomenclature like that, but in Náhuatl.
… and mister Cavalcante, the good thing about this most non-consequential blog is that your fugitive-ass will never see, IT!, read it, {and / or} even glance at it. Long story short, you should ignore all urges to head south of New Heaven and stow yo’Ass on any given life boat of a big ol’Ship and head on over to Le Havre, where your talents are needed for a new crime docu-series on TFI² :
It starts today , offered daily on France 2, is a program in which the testimonies can be terrifying, as was the case recently. This Monday, September 11, 2023, the theme of the program was: “ The murderer lived on the same floor. »
That’s right Mr. Souza, you too can live the dream of Juanito Guanavacoa on rfpp . Net, heck, nigga, I reckon that in no time you could even open your own Capoeira Association of The Law of 1901.
And, Cousin Joe, I’ve been to the desert on a horse with no name called 🏞️ ATLAS RANGE 🏜️
For A Few Dollars More… Penthouse Stories now with music by Maricones 🤠.
Claudia Sheinbaum sings all the whacked themes of Houston’s crack House… that’s her prerogative.
🕯️… must be the lighting.
Most beautiful lighting, —in°deed. And it’s all because of them 9th month abortions in East Rutherford, New Jersey… JET!
Any how, with September 11 out of the frame let U.S. re-focus on the one thing that Eye has no control of, and that off-Course, is Stanley Kubrick and the musical Morricone-es-es who closed their jeepers Wide Open during the orgy scene at Victor Hugo’s miserable abode on the north eastern corner of Place des Vosges, and if your name is Professor Johanne Grazia Poisson, well then you might remember what an unhinged Ferrari door-job looks like, of
{or}
what a classic Jaguar suspension lift feels, —when you are down and out on the periphery of La Bastille.
Répétition to the left followed by Sandwich 🥪 a la tetona.
*~. In Paris it’s already September the 12th… of 2001 and right now, all Saudi Arabian nationals involved in what was supposed to be the 50th Anniversary (2023) of The Twin Towers in N.Y.C. are safely back home, thanks the W.A.S.P. (turned Evangelical) Governor from Texas.
I’m Mary Poppins y’all, and my umbrella ☔ kills fascists.
… jump to mañana, catch a Jet, go ahead Willie Geist, grab’em by the ACHILLES nuts
