Previously on The Havana Syndrome… Just-in-Time Fury for Versailles, via la “13e Lettre” de Le Monde

Happy 78th  Birthday to Mike Barnicle, that motherfucker, he makes Willliam Shatner (Capt. Kirk, 90) look like a 49’er…

Anyhow, before we switch, IT!, over to Le M del Mundo de Le Monde, Öüï is going to see WHAT in THE FUCK Cerf-panthère is talking about APRES MIDI in her 20minutes slot:

Nouveau signe, le cerf-panthère devient le SERPENT de terre.

Cerf-panthère PAS AVANT MIDI

Columbus genocide They eve

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N° 3667
20 minutes (Grand Paris)

Lunes 11 de octubre 2021

L’inhumation de Colbert…
Only the LEGS of the Slave Trader are stored inside of the burial shrine of the man WHO MADE FRANCE GREAT back then… All Those Years ago. And BENEVOLE PHARMACIST, ‘member how I told you that I don’t select the news of the THEY and about how EYE only threads the needle on this French Quilt?
Well, if you ever research what CAR TALK on the ARCHIVES of National Public Radio in Washington, D.C., then you will probably be able to attach a patch for HAPPY DAYS (TV Series) and American Graffiti (The Movie), Ron Howard was the STAR in both, anyhow the BLACK PLYMOUTH on Le M Mag is CHRONOLOGICALLY ACURATE with what the fictional characters in American Graffiti would drive in the 1970’s, the HOT RODS in American Graffiti BTW are set in CENTRAL CALIFORNIA in the 1950’s right before the INDOCHINA leftovers from VIETNAM, so Öüï reckons that by the TIME that President Nixon was on the SCENE the Conservative faction of RONALD REAGAN was driving UNMARKED Vehicles like the one representing Jean-Baptiste Colbert’s final resting place at the Church of Saint Eustache in Paris, a un lado de La pinche Westfield Mall.

DEER Cerf-panthère je suis comme Thomas, voir c’est croire, manifeste-toi, je ne crois pas un seul iota de cette Magdalena y menos del pinche CHUY.

 

Cerf-panthère PAS AVANT MIDI

Message au conducteur de train « perturbé » par une question, qui nous a contactés lundi : oui, le cerf-panthère existe. Ouvrez l’œil.

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N° 3668
20 minutes (Grand Paris)

Miércoles 13 de octubre 2021

And, Melle. Pitch (ad award) meet The Benevolent Pharmacist changing the world one Carrot at a time, and Melle. Pitch, i know that you probably think that i am talking about golden Karats here (punto y coma) why with you being from the Madison Avenue Doctrine world at L’avenue Montaigne (part of the Paris Golden Triangle) and Mí, that handsome dude, always playing with the double-triple… an dare Eye say, Fourth meaning beyond the War of The WORDS, your staff probably thinks that them Carrots are some sort of Golden Parachute, but no, like the “better tomato” envisioned by Van Halen in Cabo San Lucas, sometimes a carrot is just a carrot and a Tomato will always be KETCH-up!

And as, IT! Happens… i’m with Prof. Gloude Jr. on this one: Two Things Can Be True At The Same Time. And if PHARMACIES in San Francisco are closing at 17h because people are stealing tooth paste from the Anti-Dentite section of the drug dispensaires, then SAN FRANCISCO should stop passing out the Candy. It’s TROU!!! Por Ejemplo, Denis Soula:

You can play “Dueling Banjos” and Deliver Support for RAPE and, —Murder… check the log… go ahead play the guy holding the CAT who looks like the perp in the POLICE report. C’mon Denis, stoke the fire, see Mí light Your fire! You son of a bitch.

🎶 I wish Eye Knew how it Feels to be Fr… with Susana Poveda 🇪🇸

_Cont’d from:

Insofar with our exclusive interview with Roger Pérez, el artista has revealed the concept behind Cian Eyes, and how Mr. Pérez got to France, however; one thing that Mr. Pérez has not made clear _-*!*-_ BACBD6BE-95A1-4673-85DF-D23F920D6884 🎵 ¿Quién pondrá fin a mi diario—al caer, la última hoja en mi* Calenda•rio. JMS… (Si la muerte pisa mi huerto).

* El destino quiso que fuera yo, Sr. Bartolome sin las casas, siendo que los lunes es mi permanencia y por eso, los martes amanece el lugar con música en la entrada.

🎵Well i‘ve never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music

Three doG Knight

And, Mr. Bartolome, once you cross that UMBRAL you don’t Have to Worry about “the curse” of Babylon. Why just listen to The American Priest in Paris, because if Mr. Pérez was not hyperbolizing on the Soundtrack for last Thursday’s portrait session at Saint Estauche, then HIGHWAY TO HELL, yes, the same Highway to Hell that brought you Hells Bells, was blaring from the ENTRAÑAS of the Lord of Vandières and Cernay’s final resting place.

Sin Embargo, if you are not a regular none reader of this blog then YOU PROBABLY MISSED our exclusive coverage of, An American sermon on Ascension Day, at the end of May, then YES!, EWE would be forgiven because you would have no way of knowing that it was our very friend without the “D” (aka) an American Priest in Paris who invited Bon Scott and the Young’s to do a set at the Church of Commerce à Les Halles. JUST THE FACTS, and yes AFP—you may source that with the Church’s log.

For the record, —if you are in on the joke— there is a reason on my log for this obituary, which i reckon is going to rub some people in the wrong way. Without Mr. Bartolome’s “input” on a February morning, there would not be a trail of paperwork from Emmäus–to–Medicines San Frontiers–to–Amnesty International (Paris).

Ladies in Gemini, meet my Old Horse, Rocinante sans plomb.

Full Circle. Destino Manifiesto al revés… a developing lunar cycle. |Foto por Armando Segovia. “This is not a free cultural license”; al contrario. Existe una atribución 4.0 de CreativeCommons: CC/By/NC/SA. || copy-left.

Today, Rocinante Sans Plomo is a hearse, and Öüï is carrying a very special edition load to Hell, Welcome Pablo. Relax… i know this little bar in Austin that i know que te va a gustar.

De cualquier manera don Pablo Bartolome, you where parked on my number (33) which ( punctuation aside) is directly at 180° from The Guardian at the door that never opens, nº 15, —off course.