… [B]ueno, to be fair, the bottle was more of an Egyptian flower vase, the catch–when–rubbing the side of dicho florero, a French femme named Florence and, in the role of “My Favorite Jeannie”, Lætitia Casta.
Well would you look at D.A.T. .::. 1A39C695-04B5-4183-934A-4FFDB5E6C8A3 🇫🇷⚖️🇲🇽 Now, S.I.R.E.N.E., if you wish to reference Bubble I and Bubble II, you will have to cross reference the entries for El Instituto Cervantes and Eli Guerra/Julieta Venegas at La Maison de la Amérique latine, and El País de Ana Anabitarte, respectably on the “tags” of this most non–consequential blog.
Now if you are wondering what the UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador (assigned on 9 December 2016) Lætitia Casta is doing on this week’s edition of:
Well, Frank*, Ain’t D.A.T. a motherfucking coincidence D.A.R.E. on that gate? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t!
Ponte al día… at the time, in the summer of 2008 i, armando segovia, skipped a meal with the publisher and the rest of the U.T.E.P. summer internship program at a weekly that catered to the Latin American community of Philadelphia and Southern New Jersey, —you know— the kind that are readily available where people gather, like say, a metro station, a nightclub or at a shopping center, anyway, Frank*, the Unicef Goodwill ambassador on the gate above was, at the time [probably] celebrating the very story that I was about to cover. At that particular time I was on my way back to the office, before i left the shack at the International University dorms, i happened to notice on the screen that Ingrid Betancourt had just been released from her captivity in Colombia 🇪🇨 Now, hear me out Frank*, because with the aid of a 1600 cc Kawasaki parked next door, at a hotel’s parking lot, it was quicker for me to hit the Northside, snap a few photos and get a few quotes from the Colombian diaspora regarding the release of Ingrid and be back next to City Hall before anybody noticed that i was in–and-out of the building, you know, because “that’s what reporting is all about” however, Frank*, at that particular time as i was getting off of the highway, i notced that i had missed call coming from the cell phone of the office boss; five minutes later i was informed that Hernán, the publisher, was taking the interns for a snack…or something like D.A.T. .::. 93123D20-4613-4A10-844D-69D76A8A7686 🧮 to be continued.
you will have to tune in to find out.
In the meanwhile, hoy no hubo Deadline, puras piñas, de cualquier manera here’s don Calderon’s comprehensive sketch:
Les paga su Chingada Madre
la de el escritor Bellefort,
Así de fácil, hasta Yo, on the Streets of a French baker’s field. — Les paga John Mill Ackerman y la puta C.N.T.E.
Y que chingue a su madre don Anabitarte, en El País, también… with all due respect to Ana Ana Bo Bana BaNANA na do you get the point? o te dibujo un puto punto, eh?
Now, beefour Eye continues, Jazmin MoElhydin, let mí BEE CRYSTAL CLEAR about one motherfucking thing. The Gleason Clan hates mí because Eye, is everything that reminds A ESOS “mexicanos” en el Extranjero, como es que se bebe tequila, y no las pendejadas de Tequiza®️ en jarrito de Sevres.
* scene where GordonSullivan is mimicked by Cantinflas…
is mimicked by ChantalLys,
plays the role of a repented scientist
who turns to The Greek Theater
at the bottom of Mullholland Dr.
to tell Gallagher, that his,
—[EYE] shit you not S.T.I.N.G.—
motherfucking P.O.£.I.C.E. grandfather
was a true fucking Damn YanKee*
Ladies in Gemini. Con ustedes… La Ciudad de las 2 necesidades: DEATH–n–TAXES; motherfucker. Chicago, Chicago.
minus that conservative asshole
who shitted his pants to get out of The NAM,
and who, later in-life,
once he made it to
The Griffith Observatory,
bought Asian teenagers to use them
as C.U.M. buckets.
El maratón de París me la pela. —Yeah i YEAH!, dijo Aquiles Serdán, pipope de las Tierras originarias de Milenio Televisión: ODA AL CER•DO•TADO, who lost his job with Carlitos Puig. MILENIO DIARIO; hacen lo que el PODER en TURNO les O.R.D.E.N.A. granjear en la ordeña de “in-dull-A.G.E.N.C.i.A.S.”
*Gallagher [on the Full–Cast] plays the role
—[Eye] shit you not— AnaAnabitarte,
of a Mechanical and SYSTEMS Engineer,
“S.P.A.C.E. J.A.N.I.T.O.R.”, one–each,
on a Mission [Drive] to save the C.O.P. 21,
according to some fucking Peruvian bratt
your b.a.s.i.c. Gallo Negro of the bunch.
where ChantalLys asks of Gallagher:
what happened at chez manazO?