“Outlaw… j’espere”.

“J’ai toujours rêve d’être un pionnier
Un fier aventurie Fou de chevauchées sauvages
En cavale
J’ai toujours rêve d’etre un gringo…”

Jacques Higelin (1940–2018)

Lonesome Bad Boy… R.I.P. — bang, bang —Sombrero, « y que se divierta durmiendo ».

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“They’re back” — Act i, part ii

Segundo año de la era
del gobernante fantoche:
Donald John Trump.

Paris, Francia_ 7 de abril.

     It’s official! And the good thing about this most inconsequential “site” is that as soon as the Department of Homeland Security secures a “data compiling contractor” whose task will be to monitor journalist and bloggers, our site will —finally—have some one or some thing that can get what the real “Sentiment” of this blog is.

Good news for our ego bar on the statistics section of our blog, Bad News for 1st Amendment junkies like Mr. Jorge Ramos, or Ms. Amy Goodman, or even those bums at The New York Times or The Beasts at the daily… or something like that… Oh, Hey Hallie Jackson, please relay to Mr. Smithy and Staff Sergeant Wallace that right now, it is a great season to be an American, “You Betcha.”

No se vaya, Weekend Edition continues and when we return, it’s Act i of a little-mini-small Fusion Fiction exchange… in the mean time, here’s another episode of The Street is My Gallery. Our next guest is a Nagual (shapeshifter).

Porte du Louvre –  Bourse du Commerce, 75001, by: Anonymous artist.   }—-~~~\*> Foto por: segoviaspixes 2018 —

…”Hey dear,” it’s 01h55 Gaspard Royant pasa por La Gambetta y hace el pase a Eusebio… remata y GOOOOOOOL!

Estimado, Canelo “álvarez”… bee, like Ali

Good morning, today is April the 5th of 2018… and, the start of the 50 year landmark OBSERVATIONS of the year of Civil Rights struggles is officially on. Next stop is May 68 in France—and from there—Tlatelolco y unas Olimpiadas.

Y… Canelo “Álvarez”, la siguiente nota es “como la cerveza en México”, preparada especialmente para usted.

… context in TEAL and also his legacy follows.

Estimado, Canelo “Álvarez”… bee, like Ali.

… but first, an in–house announcement:

Our editorial line-up is happy to announce that we [the staff] have a new copy editor on board. We asked and Fenster said yes. His exact words while marking time inside of a Nanterre (West of Paris) holding cell when we signed the contract were: yea’y man—w’hada fuck.

Fenster will be using a babbel dictionary to mend corrections from this most inconsequential blog, which by the güey, is nothing more than a thing called, a draft.

Uso justo de todos los presuntos implicados… and of “The Usual Suspects,” también.

“I overhaul and i’m coming from the Lower Level”.
Public Enemy, in the voice of
Chuck D.

Good morning, today is the first April the 5th, since baby Jesus went through his passion period 2018 years ago. Today is also the first (if you consider the zero) of 50 years since Dr. Martin Luther King was taken down in Memphis, Tenesí

The speech that made el WaPo mad… Captura de imagen es un uso justo de La Jornada, el texto sobre “el azul verde” es tomado del discurso del Dr. Martin Luther King en una iglesia (Riverside) en Nueva York, el texto (in teal) fue razón por la que Dr. Martin Luther King fue condenado y tachado por el NYT, —Cousin Joe— entre otros y otras (in the Establishment).

Anygüey, fellas, the Man [Martin, not the Super Star] was taking part in a Union Strike and the motherfucking‘man had–to–have him —taken out.

Enter, Muhammad Ali:

[Voz de el staff… armando segovia… porque aquí en este pinchurriento blog, apreciado Canelo, no andamos ni creemos en los anonimatos.]

And this, Canelo, i say to you as `the‘ National Hero that `you‘ represent for Carlos Slim… you can stay where you’at, or get out of your INSTITUTIONAL bubble and shut those fuckers that commission boxing belts (From La Cúpula del PRI) in the style of say, the wife of a Luis Echeveria “Álvarez”, a bitch that exploited the Huichol catalog for her ego and for Institutional Advantage.

Or, you could just be, well… you know, be like Muhammed Ali, and stick up for your people, even if they are a bit darker than your sun tanned baby’s behind… in French, “my friend”, sun tanned baby’s behind simply means Yo–red ass, motherfucker.

What’s my name?… Fair use of Public Enemy’s “I shut’em down”.

Just saying, puto—para que no te vayas a enojar… Viva México, cabrón.

Al César lo que es del César, y a la verga el MGM… Uso justo de todas Las Jornadas en Teal.

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http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2018/04/04/index.php?section=politica&article=002n1pol

 

One [each] teal billboard for Canelo }—-~~~\*>  Dear, RATP: Thank You for letting me crash and squat the threashold between the La rue de l’Arc–en–Ciel and the entrance to le Porte à Pont Neuf… “muy agradecido, muy agradecido, muy agradecido”… P.S.: i wanted to be, at least in a virtual way, the first to put a SIGN on that most beautiful crystal teal tile à Les Halles before that fucker JC Decaux ruins that very relaxing panorama to the parisian underground. Besos.  

Grand Theft Barco, take two

[Voz de hembra
Miss March as Jacob’s wife
]

… we now return to:
“Another Lightning Round of Jeopardy
with your host, Alejandro Trebek”.

[Voz de hombre
Alejandro Trebek en el rol del padre Amaro… alabado sea el mundo de la política ficción]

El corral de los Agazapados… profesor Víctor Manuel Quintana Silveyra, ¿neta no le da verguenza trabajar con don Javier Corral, no siente ñañaras al ser parte de los animalitos encerrados en el Corral?.  En fin, uso justo del períodico donde usted presumia que daba su opinión. }—-~~~\*>   ¡Viva México…

— Alejandro:
Remember contestants, that you must answer your responses in the form of a question, let’s not get overwhelmed with emotions like our esteemed record holder for most loses in the Tournament of Champignons… scratch that, in the Tournament of Champions, not champignons; those treats are reserved for after the show at Bohemian Grove in Monte Rio, California.

Anygüey, Mr. Vargas Llosa you hit your Nobel Prize counterpart Gabriel García Márquez, first, but came second to Armando’s speed when it comes to pressing buttons; what says you about the “Mexican bureaucratic” meaning behind ˋEl Año de Hidalgo‘?

— Vargas Llosa

Thank you, Gael, loved your portrait of the cop trying to nab Pablo Neruda; anygüey the answer is, what is:

que chinguen a su madre los periodistas que le pisen los callos al diablo, eh? How ‘bout that, Gael, do you agree?

— Alejandro Trebeck en el rol del inspector Óscar Peluchonneau:

Uuuuuh, lo siento “Vargas”, that response applies to your spineless political counterpart in the State of Chihuahua, El Gobernador Javier Corral.

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In the Mean time Raquelito

“Tide is high but i’m holding on...” background by “Wourf”, Siren by Fip, and vessel by the Number Three… now, can you please take me back to Sesame Street!

Mientras tanto, Raquelito, in the open source world of Paname 75, the vessel that the staff sails on (an archeological remnant from the last Viking incursion into Châtelet and La Cité, in the form of two vinyl tarps and a section of construction fence) it continues to get pounded not only by the elements and the Olas Que No Son Holas, sino que también por los Hello’s que nos hacen decir: Hell! Oh… that was a close one.

Sin Embargo, allí mero en La Magdalena, recinto por el que en un 12 de diciembre de 2012, nosotros [que en el staff] ya habíamos tenido el placer de recorrer por adentro (y mucho más allá de su romancesca nave) los extremos no vistos por los párrocos durante equis misa en ese lugar, pues te comentamos, Raquelito [los del staff] que volvimos a encañar por ese gran templo romano en París… una vez más.

Referencias del Refettorio…context follows:

Anygüey, amigo Gustavo, entre tantas pinches holas que únicamente salen de la jeta para afuera, las otras olas, las que se nos han ido estrellando contra el corazón, pues esas mismas nos fueron dirigiendo una vez más hasta La Iglesia de La Magdalena (see Scott Onstott for further context) en dónde los voluntarios del Refettorio Paris en el Foyer de La Madeleine sirven a los naufragos de la ciudad una cena mucho más que EXCEPCIONAL; que digo excepcional, mucho mas chingona que las que salen retratadas con Cinco Estrellas, o Cinco Cucharas, o Cinco Tenedores, o como sea que los “inspectores de la Guía Michellin sea que otorguen sus rankings —para los lectores en CHIHUAHUITA— de los mejores lugares donde se come A Gusto y donde se come Bien en Paname.

La mesa de Magdalena

Amigo, te comento que El Menu se prepara cada noche por Chefs de prestigiosos hoteles y restaurantes de la ciudad y, por si faltara menos, la atmósfera es algo sin igual, aún para la gente que no navega por el underground.

El menu para la noche del viernes 23 de marzo, 2018 se sirvió de forma sequential, es decir, a la manera rusa, un plato primero, y luego el otro, y después el otro, y ansina sucesivamente; no como el menu à la francesa que te sirve todas las reformas… a caray, se me brinco la aguja en el tocadiscos, quise decir, a la manera francesa que te sirve todos los platos al mismo tiempo…

… la otra sopa

—Barbacoa de borrego (compadre, de ¡Borrego!) adornada con cilantro y cebolla, yo cargo con salsa roja, así que ya te imaginarás…

Note to editors:
Compadre, al ver el platillo, de lo último que me acordé fue de andar haciendo “clicks”… je, je, je.

— Cuscús al lado de la barbacoa; el staff se reservó el derecho de acompañar la barbacoa con el cuscús (que los moros me perdonen) pero nimodo —Nimrod— la Barbacoa de Borrego y de Borrega es para su servilleta, o sea “el staff” como nuestra Madeleine Proust… lo que nos recuerda, Bill Maher; Ya’ Hear Me, Bill? como mi Madeleine de Proust, Bill Maher… and because you brand yourself as a Big Reader of things that need to be read, we trust that you wont have to ask Presidente Fox, what we [the staff] mean by Madeleine de Proust because that “horse’s ass” of an ex-president will probably tell you that it is kin to a “Gansito Marinela”®️… or something like that.

— y, por supuesto, el postre:

nieve de mango y fruta de pasión con galleta caramelizada… o algo así.

Benevolent yum yum

TimeStamp: Give me the simple life, on FIP Central time.

context follows.

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Vargas Llosa se aCORRALa solo: http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2018/03/26/opinion/a08a2cul

El puñetazo, de Vargas Llosa: https://youtube .com/watch?v=vb7seEDPqRk

Open Source World: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_world

Previously, on asegovia3… LAS COORDENADAS

… we [the staff] interrupt this program to bring you yet another reason why Mark Zuck-whatever-his–Fucking-name-is should go straight to fucking hell… where the staff, will be waiting for him.

TimeStamp: The day that Liberty Guided The People

Dear, facebook… apparently you were fed powdered milk when you were babies. We The People, we really—really—really understand your touchiness, but “don’t have a cow, man”, have a fucking cigar… or a beer and enjoy the show.  After all you helped the Atlantic “stage” the following cover. }—~~~\*>  Musée National Eugène Delacroix (75006) en el fondo, Instituto Católico de París, “you think I give a shit if you’re a socialist if you are a capitalist?”… foto por armando Segovia / segoviaspixes 2018 — CopyLeft and Vote IRASEMA HERNANDEZ in TEXAS… fuck BETO and his Father in-Law.

 

[Voz de hembra
Laughter’s mom as Miss March]

previously on asegovia3

i wonder what would happen if Old Glory was to visit Paraguay, would the Stripes have to wave without its Stars?

1 de marzo – – – Time-delayed entry.

Chuck Todd, at Meet The Press… “if it’s Sunday”, thought that “the” NBC Studios was inside of a Republic… oh, the humanity. }—-~~~\*> USO JUSTO DE LOS DOS LADOS DEL CHARCO mejor conocido como The Atlantic.

New Boobs follow:

“Ewe cow!”

“The narcissism of small differences”, starring The New York Times… in Real Time.

Hyperlooping with Mme. Griffin…
that’s right, CHE, it is STILL Weekend Edition.

Preface:
… to be completely honest, the staff here was oblivious to what has been happening to that American firebrand in the form of a Red Riot called Kathy Griffin, but people who never read us [i’m looking at you GUSTAVO] know that Bill Maher has enlightened us, we [the staff] can certainly relate, and in a very “layman’s” way we [the staff] can relate to the lawfully awful things that Mme. Griffin, has been put through with the Interpol…the Interpol! Let that sink in for a minute, dearest Brontis à La Préfecture, and all because of a stupid picture that she had taken of her while holding the head of stupid dummy… which was certainly not the head of a “genius,” let alone a stupid genius at that… Photo-capture is for CONTEXT, and of course, dear Interpol and especially your bosses at the Department of Homeland Security of Tom Ridgeat the Department of Homeland Security of Donald Trump’s United States of AmouriKKKa, should fucking know that, you assholes!  }–~~~\*>  Dear, editors… nevermind the passivo voice employed in this entire blog, it is part of the Décor.

… dear, Chris Matthews, context follows, hugs and kisses to all the Peacocks.

Dear, Bill, you fucking werewolf, the snapshot that you needed to show was the one that got Mme. Griffin into hot water, you fucking dolt, not your ABC clippings… context follows, or stream the fucking show for references… Jerry Sinefeld!

TimeStamp: 17h30 just before the Central Europe Equinox.

Uso justo de todas las LIBERTADES de EXPRESIÓN.