Tag Archives: Apophenia

Graves Gréves en paso redoblado — Canela adulterada

“… if you want to Destroy my sweater.”

Hoy es lunes 2 de abril, 2018
… y en Francia hoy y magnana es:
Día de Fiesta Nacional
pero mientras eso se marina en tiempo real, nos vamos con el Prodigy del “Golden Boy”, hasta a Guadalajara.

[Man’s voice
Mr. Larry Merchant, en español]

—Previously, on a “Cinco de Mayo” weekend inside the ring of a Sin City gambling arena:

¡Magazo!… y como decía Roberto Ramírez Garza —a.k.a— “Beto El Boticario”, en: La Carabina de Ambrosio…“Ha llegado la hora cuchi-cuchi, la hora chimengüenchona”… “Ya, ya, ya. La [plebada] quiere ver al Mago”, transar su rubro, o algo así.

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Open Letter para un promotor

Dear, Golden Boy [promotions], or is it Golden Boy ‘productions,’ —at the MGM?

Say it ain’t so, because if el brillo de tu “Canelo” resulta chapeado, then the saddest thing about this most unfortunate piss test, is that “Triple G”, who in the staff’s “Dinner with the Champions” is perhaps the Greatest Prize Fighter since Salvador Sánchez (Q.E.P.D), he had to fight at about 80% of what his natural talent affords him to dole-out inside of the roped square.

We hope that last year’s Cinco de mayo circus maximus —con un soundtrack de música para “buchones”— was not rigged for a draw in order for you to promote a rematch, and thus, deliver an even bigger House Take.

Say it ain’t so, Öscarín, say it aint so.

Regards,

a.s.3

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TimeStamp: “Quinientos Balazos” a las 09h09 de la mañana en morralla de La Europa Central.. ¡Viva Mexico!— Cabrón.

… y al Regresar:

Contrapunto con un Paisano de Saúl “Canelo” Álvarez, Mr. Guillermo del Toro, en La Feria del Libro; Festival de CINE… from where else, but in Guadalajara… Wait for it, wait…

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TimeStamp: 16h20’ish in Rome, with Sarah McKenzie and four guys, meanwhile, it’s Raining in Paris right know… and “I feel fine”.

Piss Art and the trail of la pareidolia de apophenia on a city tour guided by Salma Hayek drinking Ricard in the role of Serendipity. }—-~~~\*> When in Rome, sip on Pastis and Fundador, and then eat a crepa, before heading to Cannes… y si Los Canes Corren Libres, ¿porqué rechingados, nosotros no? eh…

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TimeStamp: 19:h45 con Fania All Stars y La Libertad… y al regresar es Larry Merchant, After dark.

La eñe en forma de barco… segoviaspixes  2018. CopyLeft

Aquilatadas, Sirenas: the good thing about…

… about this most inconsequential blog, is that y’all—vous ne nous lizes pas… “but is all Right”, at both the sevenTEEN hundred and at the TOP of the hour, in Central Europe Currency por allá por CALEXICO—Baby!

“… and it’s all right.”

Happy Pie Day,

Welcome. Every one is invited to this lonley town on Pie Day, even the cube heads. So if you have six or more faces —don’t delay!

Condenadas… perdón COORDENADAS, no condenadas, porque esa palabra es bien amigota de las canallas, y pues entonces eso es otro pastelito que se acompaña con café bien cargado… Anygüey, las coordenadas del vecino bien mono que ocupa la contra esquina de estas figurotototas del Rock and Roll circus, al otro lado del “roundabout” en la calle Furstemburg, en Saint-Germain–des—Pres, ahorita se las metó más al rato OK, HENRY? Así que Fellas, no se me vayan… deteniendo, y digo fellas —as in Fellows, con una de las dos eles, por supuesto, Corazón, bien MUDA.

Step right in, it’s a musical circus. From Rock to Jazz, Ethnic to Chamber and Classical. You don’t need no ticket and Drinks for all of the Sirens are on Da’House!

Accident on pareidolia street, apophenia was a witness of the scene. According to her, Serendipity was riding her bike, when a yellow car wearing a blue skirt ran the spontaneous muse over. }—-~~~\*>  Algunos dicen que segoviaspixes capturó la escena y la pusó en un marco junto a un par de  ovinos en la rue de l’Échaudé, 75006… CopyLeft, and all that good Creative Commons stuff.

De arranque, el primer track de esta banda sonora para sordos es el soliloquio de un desgraciado que escribe para emborracharse… o que se emborracha para escribir…

(ya no me acuerdo cómo iba la frase, pero la chica venezolana de Issy–Les–Moulineaux que pasa revista a películas en Frecuencia Paris Plural—Emisiones Americas… o algo así, con Osler Amaro y su staff, fue la mina que  me acuñó la primera pedrada… perdon, acuño esa frase primero.)

… no se pierda el primer acto de redempción en dónde se le escucha a este desgraciado gritar al ∴ Universo ∴ lo siguiente:

From the collection Hypertunneling with Marianne… context follows:  foto y diseño por armando segovia / segoviaspixes—2018

Hey, You. Are you listening? Can You hear me. If you are,  could You please be advised that my next “Hogar” needs to be on No. 3 Rue de Cardenal, 75006; so make a note of that, and yes, the staff already knows that they are going to have to deal with the “Brown Sugar” and Crack dealers, winos and clochards when we [the staff] hit that ground.

Ewe cow!… said the fucking Wether in sheep talk. Episode One. }–––~~~\*>  Rue de l’Échaudé, 75006, foto por  armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2018. CopyLeft, Gustavo, CopyLeft, my old friend.

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TIMESTAMP:

Bruce “resortes de la prima vera” SpringsTEEN… Jersey « Mec» is TOPS }—-~~~\*> Uso justo del cancionero « no official » de Las Sirenas de Issy-Les–Moulineaux.

Las fuentes de doña Cyber Vilma, Follows, fellas:

“Shout it, Shout it out loud.” KISS.

fuente follows: in the mean time here’s some tunnel vision for y’all from Storyville on the Seine:

Chuy sin maquillaje en el underground. CopyLeft, Gustavo, copy motherfucking left, amigo. And give my regards to the BrUTEP crowd…. From Atlantic City, 75004.

This one is dedicated to the Sam Donaldson Center at El Paso “U”:

“… and so it was,”… Brozo, la foto es por Yo Mero, pero, pinche licenciado, no me confundas con el güey del PRI que tus patronesquieren sentarcomo presidente… do give my regards to don Bernardo Gómez y Mr. Gary Sanchez (sin acento)… ok, cabrón? 

… for those who arrived to this plane of existance after Springsteen was Born To Run, y’all will find the reference from the composition above in the frame below, in full spectrum, with the squelch on, and of course Raquel, in Listening Silent mode:

La sombra blanca. Merci, Sirens; merci, for the BOOGALOO ∴ 33 ∴ « todo va bien en el Universo »… besos.

The following is a TimeDelay source, because the actual time now is in Millenium Time via (Chicago) on the Seine, on a patchy Thursday afternoon, cette a dire… if Alice, Charlotte, Jane, and guy named Aaaaaaaaaaa–rmand would read us, they would not Let Us [the staff] lie, because this episode of the Rock and Roll circus was Serendipitously synchronized in Real Time with the early evening Sacrosant programming from the Certain Sirens at Issy–Les–Moulineaux, and their take on the deambulatory music of Louis Malle:

https://www.fip.fr/player/reecouter?play=31530

https://www.fip.fr/player/reecouter?play=31528

Got References – Nah, only Suspicious Minds…

[Voz de Hembra
Miss March… wait for it, wait…]

Listening to the What? The WHO? }—~\*>  Uso justo de todos los medios… “From YOU i get opinions, From YOU — i get THE STORY — Gazing at YOU i get THE HEAT… OH, LISTENING TO YOU…” VIVA TOMMY!

— EN CONTEXTO

Brontis went ahead and invited The Staff for another waltz at the old Dance Hall of La 6ème Bureau de La Place Louis Lépine… en La Cité de los Dêpot Groupe for the second day of March, “Here we go again, asking where I’ve been…”, and among other documents of important importance, Brontis [an old friend of the Staff] wants some Dang-on referred references.

The Staff, in the mean time, is diligently trying to obtain said “good words” that speak on behalf of their motherfucking well-intentioned Character; PLEASE STAY TUNED for the outcome.

“We’re Caught in a Trap… Oh, let our Love Survive… Mmm, mmM — yeah, yeah…” }—~~~\*> USO justo de todos los ELVISes’es y de todas Las Karos, que como ya lo habíamos apuntado: Me Tiene Pena… ISSY, Corazón, no necesariamente de la que es ajena.

 “I Can’t Walk Out…”
without first meeting
“Les Marseillais de La Marseillaise”
or some Rock and Roll Band —named like that…

Dimanche 25 février, 2018
“We’re Caught in A Trap”
Rue Des Bourdonnais, 75001
…right in the
Motherfucking Heart of Châtelet…
where motherfucking Vikings
once roamed.

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Glosario:
MADRINAS
Y
HADAS

… for the uninitiated like say, Ms. Zabludovski over at Buzzfeed punto com punto mx, or “El WaPo” on «Cousins Joe’s » MSNBC’s, a MADRINA is a lovable GODMOTHER, but for drunk-fucks like DEREK WATERS and the intrepid Juanito Guanavacoa, a Madrina is more kin to the lingo of “LA COSA NOSTRA” in the sense that a “Godfather” is the leader of a Rock and Roll Band of a Big Olive Oil Brand, a BIG OLIVE OIL BRAND! Not of a Rock and Roll Band.

La MADRINA, which was usually a guy, (Willie GEIST) who aspired to BECOME A POLICIA JUDICIAL FEDERAL in the old Mexican Regimes of LUIS ECHEVERRÍA ÁLVAREZ, JOSÉ LÓPEZ PORTILLO, MIGUEL DE LA MADRID HURTADO, AND CARLOS SLIM … perdón CARLOS SALINAS DE GORTARÍ, in this sense (RAQUELITO) LOS y LAS MADRINAS did all of the dirty work for the Judiciary Police; LOS MADRINAS STOLE INFOR MATION, KIDNAPPED, BEAT, TORTURED, EXTORTIONED, KILLED… and DISAPPERED BODIES; and of course TAMPERED EVIDENCE FOR THE “JUDICIALES,” which Chris Matthews and STUPID HOLLYWOOD LIKE TO REFER TO THEM AS: “LOS FEDERALES.”

Soooo…
“Cousin Joe” in recap, LAS MADRINAS OCCUPIED A PERIOD OF “NORTH AMERICAN –STRATEGIC– HISTORY that spanned from the “DARK DAYS” of The NIXON administration, and all the way to the GEORGE HERBERT BUSH WAR MONGERING DAYS.

Anygüey…
JON MEACHUM, in recap, THE PATRON SAINT of LAS MADRINAS is MIGUEL NAZAR HARO.

Did you know that it was actually The French, Who Went Ahead and Invented La… OPÉRA COMIQUE, right in front of La Soupe Populaire?

 

 

The following must be read in a BRI-WI VOICE…

Elvis Presley, “The King” himself is a good, if not a prime example of the Mexican Underworld Concept of “UNA MADRINA”, which is not necessarily a snitch; far from it –BRONTIS– because the latter enters into a deal with the prosecuting side of “LAW ENFORCEMENT,” while “UNA MADRINA” is a “whispering and listening post” for prosecutors who give the MADRINA something in return –like impunity– instead of “immunity”, which is the form of kickback for the snitch.

REFERENTES:

MIGUEL NAZAR HARO, http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2013/12/22/sem-marco.html

… AND

RAUL JULIA (Q.E.P.D.)
in
TEQUILA SUNRISE

WARNING! — ¡ATENCIÓN!

Dear non-reader, if what you see in the image below is the back of a utility truck… You Might Be Suffering from pareidolia, or something like that. Please seek immediate help!!!

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Context follows… Hey Cousin Joe! D’ya wanna go to the movies? We [the staff] found a new one that we bet, —you and Willie are going to like. Please stand-by for transmission. —_— …  from the collection: The Street is My Gallery; art concept by: Nicolas Barrome Forgues (apparently)… Foto por armando segovia / segoviaspixes; that’s for sure… CopyLeft.

Good morning, it’s Friday, September 22nd of 2017, and it’s time for another edition of… Weekend Edition.

Pinchi Charlie!… Uso justo de Charlie.

In Paris, yesterday–today–and–tommorrow it is National Sports Day. Starting at 1400 hrs., le equipe de La France Insoumise (formally le Front de Gauche) is taking on le CRS and the National Gendarmerie.

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That’s right Cousin Joe, 30 Rock is clearing that space at the Plaza and jinggling up the Square in order to welcome Donal Trump’s first ever Christmas, as the mothefucking “potus”… JoJoJo… De cualquier manera; el [staff] los invita al cine; it’s in French, so ask Katty Kay to bring Eddie Izzard so that he —may translate… Besos y abrazos a todos.

… Dear, Stephie Ruhle, sorry about the “Frida” spin… we [the staff] felt your heart breaking on screen; pero, Corazón you can’t say that we didn’t warn you in reel-time. On the level, though, the MILENIO “set-up” also broke our hearts because much like in Pue’lto ‘Lico, over in the Mexican Tri-State area where the tremors hit, there are plenty of little villages that have “real” Fridas and Siofías, and Pedros and Juanes, and maybe one or two little Armanditos and Amandititititas who also need that media spotlight given by the likes of Mr. Carlos Marín and Milenio Televisión. ¡VIVA MéXICO!

Warning: if your heart initially broke when Milenio Television first mentioned the name “Frida” in the context of school children trapped under the rubble of a major Mexican epicenter earthquake, and then;  you associated the name “Frida” with a mexican iconic painter, then you might be suffering from Apophenia.  But dont worry, it happens all of us, at least since the time when the French invented ‘evolution’… Apophenia, as opposed to Pareidolia, is part of our EVOLVED survival mechanism; it’s what has allowed us to be top-predator on ‘God’s Green Earth’. —_— … from the collection: The Street is My Gallery, ficha Nº 45. —_— Foto por armando segovia / segoviaspixes … con especial dedicatoría para Milenio Televisión.