Archivo de enclaves.
The year is 1540 and, Willie Geist, “it’s true, Lee Treviño did had a swing”, ask Happy Gilmore, Treviño was all the Rage at Rosa’s Cantina ; as a matter of fact it was Lee’s pony that got snatched by the illegitimate second-great grand father of Francisco de Coronado… “the most philosophical from Salamanca”.
Core Civic euphemisms and children for free.
Telemundo be Damned, here comes Univision.
French Roast
And JR, this is what Eye was talking about, and it is definetly knot [fo’sure] about your inflatable street-canvas-cavern popping up at a place that Öüï like to refer to as « Clochard Central », it’s about the NEPOTISM that the other side of that pseudo-rock portal shows once the traveler pops his or her head en TECATE, BC….
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /hommage-a-sonny-rollins
Over on the other side, SONNY ROLLINS sends this message to that guy from Daft Punk, or the half-wit of that duo : if you whistle, or do the sax for that matter don’t eat PINOLE de maíz because fo’sure you will blow it, just look at what happened to Paul on last night’s Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach show, it’s all there on the link that france musique posted on the interwebs, it’s really CAKE for THE MASAS, so let them hear jazz and 🌬️… don’t blow it 💥
and JR, this is what little ol’i tried to relay to MARIANNE at the préfecture de Cité (2012-2015), becuase the incursion into France was not to see the sites or to delight myself with those ‘vernissages’ and all of the BIUTIFUL people of Paname in the mix, but rather, Stephanie MENOU, to see on what post the “academicos” mexicanos en La Sorbone, Sciences Po…or—at that place where administrators are forged, would end up at.
https://www .proceso .com .mx /2026/5/27 /andy-lopez-beltran-does-not-have-a-profesional-university-degree-pero-busca-diputacion-federal-en-2027
There was a time when some of those Mexican “students” at the EHESS¹ would highlight the fact that the wife of “ANDY’s” dad knew how to read and the wife of the then president of Mexico, un tal Enrique Peña Nieto didn’t (apparently!!!)… https ://information .tv5monde .com /angelica-rivera-itineraire-dune-actrice-devenue-premiere-dame-du-mexique-
It’s 3 a.m. in NYC, 9h in Paris and, Katty Kay, midnight in Tarzana ; where The Birth of Nation is getting a face-lift via AI and at-a-miserable cost of $2000 U.S. and no white people in it, only Ones and Zeros like in The Matrix.
Biutiful
³~. Just like Alejandro González Iñárritu but for different motivations and literally, without the commercial ‘breaks’ and or “exercises” (Wood, 79) pero sí, Eye wanted to see what México looked like without Mí “from the outside” and for my Mexicanidad, Öüï was of course blacklisted and ostracized (a reciprocal ‘perla’ if you know who MABM in Spain is) by a bunch (lot, if your name is in BAFTA listings) who wear flowery scarfs during heatwaves and throw around highbrow words such as —altérité, justice and dignité.
Up next:
🎶🎶 Fundación Slim invita las Tecates.
It’s not about fear or prejudice, it’s more about a “personal [fucking] note, the level of insecurity is very high in Mexico and to live in Mexico with two children was becoming very hard…”, to live inside of Alejandro González Iñárritu’s ranch of idiosyncrasies and 21 Grams.
Page144 of THE FABER BOOK of MEXICAN CINEMA
Reaganism
Y Tu Mamá También : under the purple 🟣 blossoms of Tomás “el Corbillón” secret garden , any 🦉 hoot, Marjolena Kalten-porten Bachbulbs, what Eye wants to know if that Californian on your cabin has casted his vote for the Governor’s Race in Cucamonga? Well has he?
https ://www .radiofrance .fr / club-jazzafip /le-swing-cheville-au-corps-d-anthony-wilson
Now on to other things in Tommy’s plantation grounds at Sunset, where youse not going to believe who’s coming for dinner? That’s right mister Amore’s Perros, doña Sortilegios who just happened to be waiting for someone to open that little FABER book of, —selon Sean Penn, “wetbacks” in Hollywood, and find out that Clint Eastwood ain’t even from San Francisco and he did (that dirty bastard) snatch that heart that the other birthday-boy³ left near Carmel by the coast.
Magical Mystery Whistle… damn-it! Who gave Paul pinole⁸ before the Whistle #Tag?!?
³~. Tony Bennett.
So, E.G. Jr., what is, the definition of an “american”?
Up next, los hijos de Ronald Reagan and the Evil Empire.
And Donnie Deutsch, I’m gonna’ brand you back to 1876 and have Professor Meachum wait on 1872 and his better Cherubs, behold Jew :
The Bridge (1962) Sonny Rollins… ol’Night long.
And JR., Saint-Denis (93100) says, “nigga please!”.
Meanwhile at La Courneuve, the Somme of all fuck-ups is that Deputy Rufin, a sort-ah/kind-of diputado in France not a sheriff in El Paso, didn’t ask Mí to review his BD, which is a book with monitos as media printed on its pages.
Never mind Clara’s eyes… I Can See For Miles and Carry Rollins Along.
… and Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, get out of town! And here is why, because it’s gonna be hot, hot, hot—so wadda’Ewe say Öüï head on over to El Pueblito Mexicano³, just across that West Texas Town of El Paso, where Maru Campos is opening el corral para los “americanos”.
Page Tú… the Stewart in the nEwes.
³~. El Pueblito Mexicano, or “el pueblito” was a comercial center in front of a French-style discothèque named “Electrik Qiu”, Senator Corral used to have his constituents office there ; sources close to “El Víc” Quintana relay that Senator Corral chose this strategic location because he could look out of his Congressional window and see French catrina’s at the disco, except that instead of dressing up like garbanceras from Posadas’ time, these catrina’s wore Benetton and neon colors at night.
Further On Down The Road 🛣️ en chilagolandia, Claudia is geopolitically flexing her labia with some European-types including Ursula von der Leyen and some guy named Antonio Costa in order to by-pass esos pinches estadounidenses y sus tarifas de tripas.
Today’s Pentecost Sunday short-story is about the time that Jesus’ supernatural father, or Joseph’s sancho (The Holy Spirt) called the gang to play, it was Memorial They…
And I ran, I ran so far away : Adios!
_and The Cult of Trump via the Legislative BRANCH gave a back-handed bitch slap to each and every one of the service members who lost thier lives in one of the many wars of White Anglo-Saxon men in them United States in América, by way of closing shop without voting for a yes or no vote, on the “sand 🏌️ trap” of Iran.
Comics unleashed in a little box…
It Won’t Be Long for your Rubber Soul to lose its grip on late night tv… thank God for porn.
Irregardless of whether you (as a hypothetical follower of late-night tv) enjoy syndicated superheros shows or, simple porn… one thing is for sure, Jacqueline Alemany, Byron Allen (the new Buzzfeed and the old Late Show’s time slot media mogul owner) is not at fault for reaping the friuts of CAPITALISM from the final piece on the MONOPOLY® board game, —The White House.
Living on a prayer 🙏🏽and behaving like a virgin on fip CULTES on Soundgarden’s FELL ON BLACK DAYS with mister BLANCHE and White in D.C..
Note to editors : to celebrate the ARRIVAL of the ANTI LATE-NIGHT SHOW CLASS, Öüï is pulling up The ANGELUS at 17h59 in CET right before the very first note of Jazz is dropped at NOON in Hawaiian Standard Time with a NEW YORK TRUMP state of mind.
And on the Third Day… God created LAND and immediately after Planet Earth began to develop ACNE, which Amos (the messenger) described as mountains in some book about myths and fables that functions in the same fashion as instant noodles for the soul.
Remember what Louis Pasteur and others like Burt Reynolds (Boogie Nights) or Al Pacino (The Devil’s Advocate) said :
CHANCE FAVORS THE WEALTHY CLASS, regardless if they are qualified or not ; and no counselor, THE EPSTEIN CLASS do not have to attend thier terrible offsprings weddings and such.
Hello Goodbye : don’t come around here no more ; now that’s just Petty.
From the producers of “Cerditos en El Espacio” and « Pigs at Bay », comes the lost story of Louis Pasteur at Howard Johnson’s 33-flavors and then some ice cream parlor at/in Rockridge U.S.A. :
🥙 Pigs at the beach and kebabs in space 🚀
But first! Öüï Ketch-es-up with Semolina Pilchard who is riding a bicycle next to the ASSOMPTION DAY sinister at ZARA’s location on Rivoli and the Compostela outlook next to Châtelet ; elemental penguins relay that JR’s “alegory” is missing a lower capital L en ese plato, but then again little ol’ i told Ewe so.
It’s beginning to look like an Allegorical Front, you better believe, IT!, Ewe bet.
Jump to page Tú on Carte Blanche… but you better not cross Pont Neuf.
Short Story About Stockton, California.
³~. … and Tacitus, “Black Betty” won’t let Mí lie, irregardless of the irrigation needs en La Comarca³, so don’t go mixing your AGRO•pecuarios with their AGRI•colas, and nevermind the aqueducts because here comes Calgacus with a big ol’Dam!
Memorial They Weak-end follows, right now it’s Tacitus : quoting the enemy of Rome… doña Poni–Amor who is having the time of her life on that strange cavern-shaped “jumping ballon”, unbeknownst to doña Poniatowska, JR’s installation was moonlighting as a time warp portal and very quickly Princess Hélène realized that she was no longer in Cuernavaca and that the state of the 🇺🇲 Empire 🇮🇱 … was not conducive to living in accordance with traditional Roman virtues (Tac. Ag. 1)… vía wikipedia and Terry Jones (in Britannia) of course.
The U.S. flag (by the way) has more lines than what Trump is giving on his stupid Moe-Vile cell phone.
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🇮🇱 Shalom grooms War
Ahora cuéntame una de vampiros en Broadway, why the Fuck knot!
