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Background:
Ladies in Gemini, The College of SDF-es, ese/esa— can’t pretend to have a democracy in its meetings if this most consequential blog does not put forth the other option on the ballot. And so, with Henri Salvador in mind:

It’s just a Draft on The Wall, a draft on The Wall, a Draft on The Wall… AND Madame Hidalgo, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, i don’t Care what the Paris TOURISM Board and The RATP says, few motherfuckers –and I mean, very few motherfuckers— in or around the Ivory Desks at La Sorbonne and other assorted Parisian institutes can make the Plan of your City look as cool as Mí can, few motherfuckers, Mayor Anne (with an “e”), just ask Mayor De Blasio, On Broadway , said a Colombian on the other side of The WALL who identified himself as GABO.

* _please pay attention to the (h)asterisk that will be showing up in a few paragraphs below because the CONTEXT for that spiel, mis Amigos de Valencia and other assorted territories of La Peninsula Ibérica, is DIRECTLY related to what VICE-President Kamala Harris said about hearing ”NO” as an answer. In this context, “the grants” are in no way related to Eddie Grant, or the whiskey brand previously featured as a prop for breakfast.  “The grants” in this context, are actual motherfucking grants awarded for research purposes, and not BOUNTIES on political dissidents like that fellow in a Russian prison that is being tortured right now, as i type this.

Y, Alicia…¹ never mind Jane, she’s just a spirit now 🕶 81A8A3F7-C3F8-4884-9714-7BCFC24F92FC 🦋🎷🎶👣 In Paris, IT’S La Nuit de La Solidarite—in Washington IT’S International Women’s Month.

¹ Context may be found in the Venn Diagrams which form the Constellation of the Association Gilberto Bosques–París and Ana Anabitarte’s reportage of Florence Cassez arrival to Paris straight out of a Mexican prison.

Anyhow, back to DiMíTru for President of the college of the SDF:

Isabel Allende supports DiMíTru for President of the College of les Sans Domicile Fixe (punto y coma) and if Isabel Allende doesn’t, then perhaps SHE should consider her priorities, and of course —that bucket of chicken.

BUT FO’ist❗️Reactonary forces from the opposition to DiMíTru’s Campaign for the College of les Sans Domicile Fixe got word a couple of weeks ago, that on the Wall of la rue Jean Lantier (75001):

⚒🛠⚒🛠⚒ ⛲️ B33A72EF-344F-4E45-B2D0-9CF76B036E82 🔫

_la banda del Sr. Ojeda was doing a dance called “à la recherche de La Mula”, o algo así (punto y coma), well motherfuckers, Eye did tell you sons-of-bitches that Eye eats Grants* for breakfast, and mr. Rabbit, i am the one with the official RESEARCH card, even if la banda del Sr. Ojeda at the Prefecture de Police (2015) and at The Servicio Exterior Mexicano (2010-currently active) revoked the badge. With that in mind, i found your fucking MULA, Issy, mis Amigos: It’s a motherfucking Bronco, check it out:

…

Colorado in black – Sallinger in the name tag… Number 9, number 9, number 9,…

“It hurts at first then you get used to it…”

[Then the voice and a laugh become less audible as the steps get farther away]

Context: if you don’t read this blog then perhaps you have not noticed the * (asterisk) next to the timestamp on certain screen captures on the dentils of previous postings, these records reflect the times when i am awoken awake and seconds later *WEIRD* incidents take place outside of the perimeter of where i pitch my tent.

True incident, earlier today at the Metro in Chatelet (check the CCTV Camera between 10:50 and 11:15) a British accented person approached me, he wanted directions to Stalingrad*, on Metro stop 14 direction Olympiads… right, eh! Anyway FAST-forward to 02:33 in front of the Entrance to the hospital on Port Royal, same “Brit” got into a piss-fight with the security guard there. Coincidence, Mr. Prefect of police? Only if you share my nightmare and the exact radius of my tent. Rewind to about 14:30 at Odeon, notable thing that happened there is that i got a ticket for not having a ticket on the place where i usually sleep when it’s Cold outside. $100 euros, i was told, i didn’t look at the receipt, it’s like the fifth or sixth this week (if i could afford’em) i’d be sleeping at a Holiday Inn, eh!  

* That British accented fellow also told me he had been here “five days too long” and that he was looking for the embassy, (in Stalingrad…).

Again: whoever you are, you can only Hurt Me, when i am asleep, when you cheat, or when you put me to sleep. If i catch you i won’t be me, i promise you that. Right now Rachel Maddow i am going to rest, see what daylight hours will bring in three hours.

Dear, Kurt Bardella… Gotcha!

Indeed, Mr. Bardella, indeed—Cousin Joe (a Ronald Reagan fiscal conservative republican) is going to burn you at the stake. Unless, Kurt Bardella, unless… unless that dumb blind country fried lawyer denounces Nancy Reagan for what she was, a ROCK HUDSON denier, Kurt Bardella.

For more unsolicited Gotcha’s, tune in to The Reverend Al Sharpton Show, and 🎶 Please, please, please: support your local GRILLO:

“El Ratón Vaquero”, lo mató… Amigo Aldo (del Quinto Patio) siempre fuiste el más alivianado de la banda y por eso junto con los de REZIZTE (excepto a el que Roco se llevó):
BORDER MANIFESTA forever, pachuco.

But Foist… 🎶🎷🗣 Juárez, no debió de morir—Ay de morir 👣🦵🏻🦶🏽💃🏼🌬 porque si Juárez no hubiera muerto— TODAVÍA VIVIRÍA!

On the next segment of: “Por vivir en quinto patio”, Pata de Perro, explica lo que pasa—¿qué pasa?—cuando uno nombra a las cosas… Jorge Saldaña guest stars on a Blast from a “Cocodrilo—RANFLA!”, from the past.

… 🚕

Dear, Olivier Compagnon*, are you hiring?

Digresión:

Hola, profesor. You probably don’t remember me, i’m the asshole that kept the secretaries busy when Dr. John Mill Ackerman (Ph.D.) and his Mexican Cabinet-level wife, Dr. Irma Eréndira Sandoval graced your students on how to be the perfect Mexican, or something like that. I stopped going to Dr. Ackerman’s classes after the first three sessions because i didn’t think that the secretaries deserved being treated like “viles halcones” at a Mexican ghetto every time that i walked in (punto y coma) i mean, to have them stop what they were doing and run into the classroom to whistle-in un, “Ay’ viene” was just not worth the hassle (for them, not me). Anyhow, profe, regurgito:

Carlos Romero Deschamps, dirigeant du syndicat des travailleurs du pétrole de la République mexicaine, a annoncé hier sa retraite, ce qui signifie qu’il n’est plus un ouvrier… Vía: el monoaureo (punto y chinguen a su madre🏀 👋🏼) Uso Justo de Todos los Medios y de todas sus mañas.

🏀 En Mexico, todo/a persona que vive y transa allí, por decreto presidencial es hijo de la finca del Señor don Andrés López de Santa Anna en Chapultepec o, en tiempos corrientes (for current cartoons) del Señor Pastor, don Andrés Manuel López Obrador

Are you hiring? Because if you are i have the perfect candidate to lecture all of the future political class of Mexican politics.

* Professor Oliver Compagnon is no longer (according to fip.fr) the director of The Higher Learning Institute of Latin-American Studies in Paris. In 2015 he helped the laborer depicted in the cartoon secure at least 26 Ferrari’s and a fortune to last for at least three iterations of French Republics… allow me to explain.

Jump 🏐 to page 153

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https ://www .franceculture .fr /personne-olivier-compagnon .html

LMC*: Los naipes de Isela Vega** y los abuelitos de Ch. G.*** meet Don Palabras^

Quick recap… earlier on the references of this scroll (rollo) i highlighted Gerard Depardieu’s Mexican production of “La Chèvre”, and if you’ve ever heard of a guy by the name of Kevin Bacon, then you have probably read or heard about “The 6 degrees of yada, yada, yada”, right? WELL, hunny bunny, it’s not one of those, Isela Vega was more than just ARBAL‘s (Jorge Luke) “affair”, but you can read all about that–somewhere else, in this section she is forever MISS MARCH… yeah, Buddy.

Victoria, according to the Nordic (wink-wink) part of La Argentina… of course, as Evry body knows, Victoria without wings holds a laurel wreath not a fucking sword, but hey, it was the “crazy 20’s” and Hitler on Ice was all the rage… and, Nicolle Wallace, i could have walked to capture that snapshot, but i thought that for once, just once i might be Canadian, —get it? It’s like RAIN on your wedding day, or a free ride once you are already there.

https ://www .abc .es /play /cine /noticias /abci-muere-isela-vega-gran-actriz-mexicana-y-primera-latina-posar-para-playboy-202103102029_noticia .html

Right now, however, i am going to continue with Las Fuentes de doña Vilma y el muchacho feo, de la rue Verneuil, o sea el hijo de los abuelitos de Charlotte Gainsbourg, period!

https ://mobile .twitter .com /lajornadaonline /status /1369797718206521344

*** Ch. G. = Charlotte Gainsbourg
^ Don Palabras ≠ the one writing this blog

En fin, dicen que preguntando se llega a Viena, un antro d’esos donde sirven pulque y otras bebidas exóticas sin Bacardi 🦇… and if you are just joining our exclusive coverage of The 150 Year Anniversary La Commune de Paris Softball Tournament at the Sherman Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes, you might be wondering who that is covering Second Base, well Rugby fan, that’s none other than Joseph Napoléon The Third, and over at the plate Marine Le Pen is 4th in the batting order, so far in the line-up we’ve got, — Mayor Higalgo, President Macron, CGT Union Leader Philippe (sin tilde) Martinez, and Extreme Right Rep Marine Le Pen… fielding the PITCH-er’s Mound is Louise Michel, and on second base is Napoléon III. 🌬 For those seeking directions to get to Serge Gainsbourg Street, the plaque in brass is the starting point, NEXT TO IT, is el Rey de Bastos, but we’ll leave that for another segment of our exclusive Softball Tournament celebrating the “Communards” of La Butte Aux Cailles.

“De París a Valencia”, o algo así 🔁.

Now before we switch it over to our Amigos valencianos en La rue “Aie Confiance” casi esquina con Le Petit Cluny, be advised that i, Armando Segovia, do not select the first coating of any fondo, let alone someone else’s drafts.

🎶🗣
DICHOsos los poetas pobres
D’ell@s será El Reino de Los Suelos… 448E66F3-15B8-4712-B96B-DF2DBD778B63 🎷

Now the reason i write this is for no other reason than to touch base with The Elements of Style of Mr. S. & W. mentioned yesterday when i cleared what might have/could/perhaps be interpreted as a redundancy in the already saturated Covid-19 update for the Hex de France.

Asi que con colores o SIN, Blah, blah, blah = Palabras, palabras, palabras (for the record, armando no es otra cosa que un Verbo en acción, dicho de otra manera don Pichi y don Avo, lo que se conoce como un GERUNDIO, punto!)… o como dice Rachel Maddow: Wacha lo que hacen no lo que dicen.

🗣 Cierto día Don Palabras
Me contó una extraña historia
De cómo nacen las cosas
Cada vez que uno las nombra (eh) 🎷🎷🎷

LMC*: Los naipes de Isela Vega** y los abuelitos de Charlotte Gainsbourg

https ://journal .20minutes .fr /data /523 /reader /reader .html#!preferred /0 /package /523 /pub /410 /page/15

* LMC = Las Más Cabronas
** Naipes = Playing Card of The Spanish Shuffle, (to shuffle is to barajear).

First signs of a progress, i guess. .:. AED6EF5B-8A11-4BFC-A0F9-092A5F57D21A .:. De cualquier forma, i now continue with Yesterday’s ketch-up of Last Week To They but KNOT before checking out the process over on rue Serpent (75006) where our Amigos valencianos began the first draft of el fondo layered two weeks ago, now if you are just KNOT tuning in to this silent groove you might think that this post is about PICHIAVO, which happens to be the duo spraying the board. And lemme’tell y’all that as SEYB and MANYAK are my witnesses-ese in the 93100 (Montreuil) TEN YEARS AGO to-the-tee i was covering their Apocalyptic vision on a 50 meter wall. So relax, this is not about the artists—it’s about the motherfucking process and the local events that are re-interpreted through the éphémère in Saint-Michel (75006), which up until the end of last week was about “el chisme de una Nereida a Neptuno”, hereafter referred to as: NaN, period!

In Local news, Paris hospitals began sending the excess covid-19 medical^ patients to other hospitals within the Departmental structure network of the Hexagone… meanwhile at La Seine, Poseidon allowed for the first scenic boats to do the rounds. I am not a doctor, but you get the fucking idea, Katty Kay.

^ because there also happens to be covid-19 morgue departures, so no, medical patients is not redundant in this context Mr. STRUNK & WHITE… it’s just my style.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /The_Elements_of_Style

Context in the process continues to develop, and the good thing about this blog is that los Amigos de Valencia no leen como este rollo unfolds… yeah, Buddy.

— Continued from Sunday, March 14, 2021…

Previously on the early morning edition of franceinfo, a card-carrying member of the spectacles guild in Paris was bitching about his Culture Minister not showing up to a conference to discuss strategies for the SURVIVAL OF THAT GUILD, in the words of that exasperated union representative, paraphrased of course:

“The Minister (Roselyne Bachelot) is everywhere (punto y coma) she is on RTL, she is on TFI, on BFM (tv), she is on rfi—but not in the meeting where all of the live event workforce is discussing the challenges imposed by the pandemic on us »…  for a more accurate re-interpretation of this rendition please head over to the franceinfo web area and search for the 8 o’Clock podcast from Sunday, March 14th 2021.

https ://www .france24 .com /en /france /20210311 –france-alarmed-by-despicable-death-of-teenage-girl-who-drowned-in-seine

Don’t be shocked after the fact, especially if what i overheard along the FM waves is true. And don’t blame the media and the violent content in some of its many formats, that scapeGOAT has been served before, and it did not digest well.

Across the Seine, in Argenteuil, franceinfo reported the sighting of one of the 50 river muses that Neptune relies on for information in that domain, sadly for the theme of the Amigos valencianos à Saint–Michel, the news are not good ones.  Please don’t shoot the Messenger, and my name is not Harambe, —caramba!

Previously on, To Aim… er, is to get High

And, Mr. Martinez (sin acento) Philippe, i know that the following snapshot is going to IRK the fuck out of your co-horts, because they are going to interpret that this post is about You.

And, Mr. Martinez, lemme’Tell you why:

And, Mr. Martinez, i can dig that diamonds are a girl’s best friend (just cross check with Governor Cuomo (D-NY)), but just to level the PAYING field, President Biden, why KNOT ISSUE YOUR FIRST EXECUTIVE ORDER raising the minimum wage to like 10 € per hour and see if the god damn Republicans repeal your John Hancock on that piece of paper, eh! 🎞 Or, Vice-President Harris, the Democrats can drag this issue with Moscow Mitch and waste very important congressional time on pecuniary stamps instead of focusing on the START OF THE BASEBALL SEASON.

1. Because god (a secular god, anyway) forbids that a dumb undocumented American Citizen dares to attempt—ya’hear— ATTEMPT to compare social issues without first applying for a fucking trade union card.

and

2. Because what better stepping-stone to cement and claim your place at The Beggars’ Banquet table than to instigate an affront against the usual Yank* among Frogs, eh!? Just ask the old Latinamerican faction of the Melenchon ticket of 2011-2012… [R]egurguito, Professor Cohen (IHESS/Casa Poblana à Montreuil-sous-Bois) you must have a “fairy” godfather to be able function as an Independent journalist in “La Commune” del Siglo XXI, and other assorted Left-wings in France.

* En contexto, the term “Yank” is used figuratively on account that, TO THE REGULAR French people, that is You Know the Frogs outside of the political and cultural hemispheres of public relations, a “Yankee” is typically someone that has the looks and the charm of a Bing Crosby, and KNOT the rudimentary ethnicTICITY rose (rub) of ZORBA the Greek.

“Si las cosas que Valen(cia) la pena se pintaran fácilmente, cualquiera las plasmaría »… and if you are a lefty at The Pershing Memorial Baseball Field in Vincennes, then you probably are going to think that (Valen)cia is the code for Laurent Deutsch to write a book about SPYs like EWE! And KNOT one about tags on the boards of Saint-Michel.

https ://forum .wordreference .com /threads /marchepied-figurative .2988323/

El error de Karol Józef Wojtyła — Part 3

… [A]nd Senator Claire, now that Cepillín cleared the mystery of la fille du McDo (Acapulco fairy tale in Perros Bravos, Nuevo León¹) wadda’ya say we switch it over to the subject/theme, that i left behind (considering previously identified technical irregularities) on part 2 of this beat. For that, we switch it over to our Zamunda Affiliate, —in Paris, FR.

… But FO’ist! Walter Isaacson is Editing Gene’s jeans, or something like that. Professor Isaacson tried to add color to a pair of Jean’s genes, only to find that without proCuring the proper contrast “kit for automatic injection 300,” necessary for the coloring process before the “spin cycle”, then the fabric of them strands of “hilos” or, bloody membranes, would come out from that process with nothing but a bunch of white pasty frames with nothing but Rorschach silhouettes to show, and Willie Geist, wanna know what’s worst with them pictures, that without THE CONTRAST necessary for that particular process, weak parts of them bloody membranes might go unnoticed and as a result, —go UNCHECKED. Which begs the following questions, “Why be human?”… so WITT that in M.I.N.D., we now return to:

With All Due Respect…

Jonah or Jason, —if the previous statement is Greek to you— must have been the only one in the picture that was not a fag.

“Now the LORD had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah. And Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.” Jonah 1-17; end of Jonah Chapter 1.

Well, you’ve heard about The King James bible… it’s knot one of those. Boom! ⚡️ I’m Talking ‘Bout the Dead Man Walking Scrolls. Starring Sean Penn as Jonah.

VERBATIM:

Note to non-believers, the following transcription is suited for non-orthodox Esse[n]s-es, ese.

 Jonah Chapter Tú dash point oise

1. There was an Early Evening Moon when Jonah’s ass hit the raging waters, so at least Jonah had that going for him, until the big great Phish (Guillermo del Toro) surfaced from the depths were Mr. Phish was being a great big whale along with some Leviathan creature until Jonah was thrown from the Ship.

2. Deep WaWa Horizons dictated that the winner of the clam flip would snatch the po’Bastard now sinking en El Mar.

3. Stinky Phish (as Memo del Toro was known por los Siete Mares) chose rayas, smooth side was against the sandy ocean floor and inside Phish belly’s Jason (Jonah) went.

4. Yada, yada, yada, the passing of time consumed this section of the scroll, except for the last part of that papyrus which places Jonah already lounging with two pericos, one of them being Alejandro González Iñarritú and the other some fucker who went by the name Beetlejuice, or Birdman, or something like that.

5. Now behold, Jonah no era coco, but his Greek side (Jason), well let’s just say that he didn’t mind being in ROMA if need be, so the three got along just fine.

6. At the end of the FO’ist day and corresponding night, Jonah washed his PHASE and like a Festevus miracle, the event recorded the FO’ist known image known to man of Two Pericos inside of the big ‘Ol belly of a Phish called Guillermo.

If you insist, just thd Facts, Frida Kahlo

Tuesday, hoy and for the remainder of the They. Indeed.

Please be advised that technical irregularities continue to downgrade the Debit of bandwidth and with it, the timeliness of our Smiles 🎺

Issy, in spite of all the voices outside my head*, 🎶 Well we’movin on up! 😇 🧨 And, Niño Luc, if you interpret the following floor as anything other than Good Times then you don’t know the difference between the Golden Arches and… The Golden Arches and? Anyone… Omar Sy? The Golden Arches and: El Arco de Lupin.

*The voice inside my noggin is fine Claire McCaskill, come on in. The WaWa is fine, bring Sen. Klobuchar along.

‘Member now Cha-Ka, we are dealing with the Land of The Lost right now… and over at La Place de La République, the good fellows at Libération just went ahead and S.P.L.I.N.T.E.R.E.D. the French vote for 2022.

DINO•MITE!!!… pronounced in a Jimmy Walker (Jay Jay voice)… remember NOW, Lupin is the long lost illegitimate son of Lupe “El Bronco” Esparza, mexicano.

And in Washington, never mind Washington, we are dealing with Monterrey, NL, right now. And “En un bosque de la China…”, Donnie Deutsh, ¡Que feo estás!

Neta que no semos simios, ¡semos changos! Cepillín. R.I.P.

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2021/03/09 /cultura /mientras-haya-ninos-habra-payasos–cepillin/

Con Razón encontraron a la hija de McDonald con la cara de Mapache… ‘inche Cepillin!!! .:. 1C4DBF63-4013-4A8A-8737-F6878592DF27 🤡 VERBATIM from La Jornada: He did not like to UNMASK… “Often I came back home and I didn’t have time to remove the paint, I even made love to my wife painted, because you arrive and on the dead man LAS CORONAS (3.1416 x radius squared)… She ended up looking like a raccoon“.

After the break, it’s “Vamos a la escuela”, on Deadline.

El error de Karol Józef Wojtyła — Part 2

Tell you what, before you get your Rosary all up in a bunch, consider what would have happened to the order of Legionnaires (✝️) if Ioannes Paulus did not have to compromise the SOUL of Karol Józef just to save the good name of (politics within) the Catholic Church.

The Church = Syndicate for the soul… not saying that it is bad, just saying that the FO’ist order of business is the politics of the clan, and then, if you pay your membership dues (with Cash or with in-kind services) you get a PASS.

From the Faber Book of Mexican Cinema, by Jason Wood 🎥 2E5B3980-9139-4CBB-9AF3-E34CCAB8E879 📽 À cette époque, la réalité du cinéma mexicain était complètement différente de ce qu’elle est aujourd’hui. La production était dominée par les producteurs de la vieille école et les syndicats cinématographiques. Pour pouvoir montrer un film, il fallait avoir une licence de cinéma, et cette licence était accordée par un syndicat à condition d’avoir travaillé selon ses règles, et d’avoir utilisé ses affiliés et son personnel nombreux. Les films produits étaient essentiellement des films de Gringo – nous fournissions des services de production – et de très mauvaise qualité, tant sur le plan de l’histoire que sur le plan technique ; à l’exception honorable des films produits par l’État pour des réalisateurs tels que Felipe Cazals, Arturo Ripstein, Jorge Fons et quelques autres.

Quick programming note on the ⬆️ DEEPL®️ translated cutline above: it's a damn shame that during this trip, i did not get a chance to run into Mr. Alejandro JodoroWski on account that he and little ol'Eye have at least two circles that form a Venn Diagram related to the context in the snapshot from segoviaspixes on the 6th. The FO'ist is of course the place where don JODO filmed “The Sacred Mountain... or was it EL TOPO?” and his run-in's with the above mentioned Mexican Film Unions at San José de Las Panochas, Durango, and the second being the way in which DAVID LYNCH fucked up the JODOROwSKI VERSION OF DUNE, period! GORDON SULLIVAN...You Suck!

Now, don’t you go forgetting that one of the requirements of this blog before i go and dig up the skeletons of Las Momias de Guanajuato involves a news cycle, an equivalent (or analogous) subject/theme, and of course the connection to a place called Mexico [where there is no such thing as God].

The News Cycle:

White Phosphorus in Irak (rules of engagement)… stay with me, Reverend Capehart, context follows.

Subject/Theme:

Crímenes de lesa humanidad as punishment or torture (in times of peace or in times of war)…

And of course: Acapulco

🎶 It could happen to you, fairy tales.

Ain’t no god in Mexico, but at least the president there is laying the tracks for a train.

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2021/03/06 /estados /hallan-viva-en-nl-a-mujer-de-texas-reportada-como-desaparecida-en-1993/