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Mitterrand swings, connects, and it’s out of this Bleu Marble called Terra

They don’t call this fucker Jupiter for nothing, that ball is headed to the Space Station and the precision of the artifacts used by Mission Control in what is now becoming Tesla’s “ritual de lo habitual” send-off into the Final Frontier were just perfect, period and full speed ahead.

But FO’ist, you probably have HO’id about “a lady who’s sure all that glitters is AU”, and if you know about them Stairs, please be advised that the following Stairs have nothing to do with one another, but coincidentally they lead to the same place, which of course is the Greatest City ever built… until it fell.

Over at la Biblioteca Nacional de Francia you can stumble upon an amphitheater shaped metro entrance. The nineteen aisles that make up them stairs are stamped in nineteen different LENGUAS, most of the number “3’s” have either experienced the force of gravity per square millimeter of adhesive holding the number to the wall or, have been snatched by superstitious idiots who think that it is cool… anybody want to purchase an original N°3 from the stairs at the François Mitterrand metro stop?

It’s BLACK Jeudi — Shop GNOW!!!

And in France, jueves is JUPITER’s T.H.E.Y. Day.

People Who GKNOW

People Who GKNOW.:.E17DD966-FED9-46F2-962C-0940044B8523 •_¥_•  {Let’s play HardBall

Dear, Marianne, öüï [the staff of this most non–consequential blog] don’t chose the days, we just get on the bus, ¥eah, the “Magic Bus”.

Travelers to Père Lachaise here’s your itinerary:

1. Start at Le BnF.
2. Look for the RATP Brown Square
with a 71 in the center.
3. Enter into the 71.
4. FLIP THE number FROM 71 to 17.
5. Remember the 17; that is the
number of stops from Jupiter to
The Doors of Père Lachaise

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Dear, MABM: ³*

Con respecto a ese reto tuyo, ése que vos postulaste hace apenas unas horas en tu espacio en dónde te dedicas a eso que los franceses de Philippe Labró llaman {el dedicarse a tocar Violines de Ingres ¹*» o algo así , el staff de este tan intrascendente blog—los últimos de tus seguidores [porque tienes Cantidad] surcamos en un Globo aerostático desde el Cementerio de Belleville, en Télégraphe, 75020—pegadito con la rue Borrégo, hasta el Panteón Francés de la CDMX—casi esquina con las Fuentes de doña Vilma en La Jornada, para darte una vuelta al mundo en 80 horas, hasta nuestro segmento al que nosotros en el staff llamamos:

Adventures in calcos
and
Transliteration

“IMPECHEAR“… as in:

“Si no podemos impeachear ²*a un presidente que usa su poder para ventaja personal, ya no vivimos en una democracia”, advirtió Noah « The Republican 357 PM Silencer » Feldman, profesor de Harvard

Las fuentes para doña Vilma y su amiga doña Poni:

³* Tejiendo Las Palabras con MABM:
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/45718624/posts/2504238231

¹* página 6 de 33 edición de
las Llaves de Eddie Gloude, Junior;
en La Semana que
Phiippe Labra:
https ://rss .cnews .fr/
20191204

²* Brooks, D.: “Formulan cargos en SPANGLISH; yada-yada-yada…”, vía la llamada telefónica de “SARITA”, la hija chicana de El Principe de La Canción”, José José. Vía: https ://www .jornada .com .mx/ultimas/mundo/2019/12/04/formulan-cargos-contra-donald-trump-en-el-congreso