Lorne, Ewe rascal Ü, guess what? ► el memoREX está lleno

Dear, Marianne, please note that this here entry is a follow-up to that short test-burst, which as you might remember followed the “cotejado” from el pasado 9 de enero del año de Sean Penn (2019) en la Casa de la América Gràphika de VeneVientosLatinoamericanos en París.

[debat de memo in progress goes here]

Anygüey, coming up on whatever is left of the brown magnetic Line on that tape, wadda’ya say you bring your bare-boob over to my basement tonight, and if you wantwe fuck and if you want, Öüï dance! But if you want to, we could do it instead; it’s your call, really.

¿De qué color es el tono de tus aguacates verdes?:468F353C-82D8-4878-A747-6CE5BC5A3CE2 — Fuck your micro–ondes, my Revolt needs ah—Chargin’.

Coming up in the programming:
My Nigga dans le 6ème arrondissement:

Eugene

Previously on the thin red line:C5A3EF01-ABFE-4188-B254-0B58456632C2 •|• >>> UNIQUE >>>.

Please stand-by for TimeShift, and dear mister Brontis, the process es–es–Esos that your S.U.P.E.R.I.O.R.S wanted to hear from my mandatory convocations and interviews of 2013/2014 were way too fantastical to reveal, and not because i [armando segovia / armando serrano prieto] would know what events would be developing as a consequence of the Mexican Election of 2012, nope, it’s not because of that.

As a PRINT MEDIA major [c’est a dire Marianne] a reporter by QUALIFICATION with the added bonus of having the spirit of a MASS MEDIA student, and a passion for General History i only knew that one thing was going to be fo’Sure, and fo’Certain following the MEXICAN ELECTION OF 2012, corruption was going to become transparent given the rise of the Social Media “App’s” and “Widgets”.

Go ahead, Marianne, go ahead and check that dossier of M.I.N.E., in those archives that mister Brontis à la préfecture insisted to me [armando segovia] on one occassion, “that France did not keep”. Now that little piece of revelation D.A.R.E.!!! Is fantastical, ain’t it?

In MÉXICO we call it: dar atole con el puto dedo, and in this here Docket in the form of a most inconsequential ITENERANT BLOG, el puto dedo is Pablo Gleason and the hit squad is made up of the C.A.S.T. of Les Amis du Mexique à France… Sponsored no less, by LA PUTA MANO DE BERNARDO GÓMEZ y, el ciudadano G.E.S.T.P.O. de La Polanco en R.O.M.A.: GENARO GARCÍA LUNA.

Please Stand-by fo’P.I.E.:745A4914-4BBF-40FD-A3E2-B0D7CEEE72D5

TimeStamp:
3.14.2019, it’s 10 o’Clock in Central Europe Times; and in Delaware, son las Cinco de la mañana.

Day 4, 2019 — The Plot Thickens… zat you, boludo?

12.20 Central NATO Time.

The Pôles are Talking 2.

Double Feature:

The Toxic Avenger.

“Get Up Offa That Thing”.

Now playing, at Le Cineteca National.

We apologize to our non-readers, but Technical Difficulties, in the KEY of:
manu docile
(asi como cuando los felinos
y las Felinas juegan con su
e–maus) nos tienen por el momento
AgOviA2.
We [the motherfucking staff] will
return, Shorty.
Así que mientras giramos
Vayan a ver si ya pusó
La Marrana, pero por el
Amor de Macron;
Doña Vilma Fuentes,
no le pique ni le grate
el Cul de Cochon
a la quina, que se nos alteran
los chanchitos.
Y ya ve usted, doña Saade como suelen
ser de BOLUDOS esos Lechones.
TS: VEINTE PARA LAS 7…
Leguas El Caballo, en el que VILLA,
más se paseaba.

Las Fuentes de doña Vilma:

… wait for it, Jacques, wait.

Pig Latin for David Brooks
en —Meet the Press.