Tag Archives: Brontis at the Préfecture

Tangas or G-string? Which one is it, Mme. Macron?

It was bound to happen, following the sexual harassment law suit coverage of former White House resident, Donald John Trump in the Manhattan Burrough of New York City, New York, KATIE PHANGS moved to Paris, where she is now in the process of selling sketches for the mock trial tribunals de La Sorbonne. It’s like The American BAR, except that instead of Bud Light™ the esquires drink mimosas for breakfast.

 

You know, Jacqueline Ale-many, they* say that playing shrink to heads of state is the fastest way of getting old, Romanian dermatologistes-es advice that if listening to peoples problems is your thing, then the shrink doctorate candidate should veer into onto the comedy track, clowns and drug addicts keep them “patas de gallo³” away.

³~. Crow-es feet.
Remember Jacqueline Ale-many, always remember that Australia, Australia is in-deed the enemy!

Öüï tried to warn Jackie, but the Dough is just too sweet! BEHOLD what a ten-hour shift does to a head of state shrink, BEHOLD! JACQUELINE turned into Mic Jagger, at thi$$$ rate, Jackie is going to end up looking like The Fed’s Wife, Madame Andrea Mitchell.

 

For comparative purposes, just look at Jennifer Palmieri boobs on The Circus, sources close to John Heileman say that “Jenni” was the muse behind NOFX’s “New Boobs” in the sand, 36D or something like that.

Any how, Mme. Macron, how about that fucking chef, eh? Who would have thought that Putin’s chef was a fan of Burton (not that one, Summers), Anastasia pulling theet 🎻…

Cursos de civilización francesa con Jorge Saldaña
y jabón del perro de agradecido presentan:

En contexto, jump to mañana, no se vaya, El Alternativo con “las embajadoras” de Jorge Saldaña los espera en la rue de Fouarre con díagonal de las Trois Portes en La Maub.

 

de cualquier manera señora Macron, it’s not likely that YVELINES PRIgozhin is ever going to take over Sodexo™️ at MINER PETE‘s student cafeteria, bar, grill, and table-dance at The University of Texas at El Paso, but that son-of-a-bitch did take over Mali and the Places In BURKINA FASO, that only Sarah Chayes and Susan Powers dare to talk about at the gazebo on la rue GRABIEL next to 🏎️ Checo Perez human resources offices at the F.I.A., PROST, Alain, Prost MADAFAKA 🍻.

Sprechen sie Deutsch?

 

Hawaiianas, yes, Mme. First Lady, Hawaiianas. Why Hawaiianas, you might ask… because after six years of pointing out the ⏳ reciprocal ⌛ difference in the sand clock of Time Zones (12 hours-each)* the Paris Septième Art Board just discovered Pineapples and SASHA.

Meanwhile at El Carnal de Las Estrellas 🤩 Los de Molotov, ¡chinguen a su madre!

 

*~. During European Heure d’été time; however, during the Winter hours, Parisian clocks are in-synch with The Ukraine girls, (Back in the USSR).

⌛~. Go ahead, Roger Pérez, you may use that useless fact on your next vernissage.

Members close to Tele Lois pondered about how Charline will laugh herself to the Sixth Republic in the comfort of her own place.

 

Bal en plein AIR follows:

⌛🍝⏳

Of course, you have to be French to snap a picture and get it published, or you can just do the same things that PUTIN’s chef minions do to the journalists (in France) and SODEXO will give you a suit to wear with your French sponsor at the opening of your gallery, we, ES DECIR, Roger 🇵🇪 / 🇬🇧 Pérez, yo Armando Segovia 🇺🇲 /Armando Serrano 🇲🇽 Prieto lo hé visto en la Pelocula película mexicana: Nuevo Orden. 

Swing MADDAFAKKA

 

CATCH! : Il cannolicchio del mercoledì

For the record, Julie Gayet:

French Propaganda 🍾🍹🧱💩🛫🧏

Please inform the other half of your missionary pose, and I can only assume that the lucky monk for that excercise is that nigga Hollande, that in the next segment, I am going to smack a couple of Nazi Socialist Swastikas on the façade of your Sacré Préfecture de Cité, but that is only to RE-CREATE the décor of those 🧱 walls during the Night of Ayotzinapa (Ayotzinapa para espontáneos) and the morning when agent Bruno (Stéphanie Menou’s supervisor) yanked that little pink faggety Card-de-sejour from my hands. Check the date and the décor outside of the préfecture on that September month. The fact that Talía Olvera was waiting outside of the peasants entrance to that 👮🏻‍♀️ building says a lot, a whole lot about your “communication mill” with the Mexican collaborators of THE CORRUPTION that gave mister JR. the opportunity to crack open a champagne bottle to celebrate his Very French Status 💩 around La Rumorosa and it’s breweries 🍻.

Programming note 🎶
El próximo 🇪🇦 Franco le corresponde a :
Il Duce 🇮🇹… Vo-LA_re Oh—oh.

Champagne in TKT (pronounced, TeCaTe) SOUTENU par Le Gouvernement de JR 🇨🇵, period! And, JAVIER SICILIA, señor poeta, comuníquese a sus allegados de París (Manuel ULLOA 🇲🇽 y sus conectes del Instituto Cervantes 🇪🇦) that not a god-damned thing changed at the U.S. / México border, except for the CV’s of the poets 🧏 who popped open a 🍾 of champagne at Le Gouvernement’s vernissage of Poets’ Fest 2023 à Champs-Elysées, where all i’s are on Ewe, motherfucker 👀.

Check the receipt 🧾

Boletín repetitivo: OSLER AMARO y Abel Salazar de La Cruz andan de vacaciones y por ENÉsima ocasión vuelven a tocar el libro de Perucho Punk en RFPP 106.3. And that, is why I (Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano-Prieto) changed the Freq’s to Crazy Horse.

Where were Ewe while my guitar gently weeped.

🎶 RATAS, ad infinitum, Hey, Hey, My Mai!

And, just for the record, if Clive Barker is “the spiritual son of Stephen King, then Eye is the ⌨️  ghost-writer 📗 of Richard Bachmann.

Over at La Casa Azul, the Trotsky just had a shot of tequila, and Ronald Reagan brought the limes. Across The Atlantic, at the Lumière Instituti of Actes Sud, (Nº745*) Dick Lester turns the Beatles into The Three Musketeers and RAF Group Captain, Lionel Mandrake, just don’t care.

⛏️ Tus ojos siberianos★ lindos ⚒️🛠️⚒️🛠️

 

*~. Oh, oh oh Ozempic™… positif,
“Dossier”, pp. 88 – 111, mars 2023:
HELP! The Jenny Craigslist Weightless Club ate all of the Food Stamps from the Diabetic Shelf and out of The Morning After Öüïmen panties… pantry.

https ://www .leparisien .fr /loire-atlantique-44 /deux-religieuses-quittent-nantes-a-cause-de-linsecurite-nous-ne-sommes-pas-des-franciscaines-du-bronx–

According to Abel Santa Sala de La Cruz, en la Frequence Vacances Plurielle Paris, la hermana Aghata was HO’id shredding the riff to The Beastie Boys hit, “No Sleep ‘Till Brooklyn”.

People who know, know what a grooved razor shell looks like, without even calling her name.

SCREAM

Maddafakkas!

 ES CREMA !

And nevermind, The Count, I’m the chef. If you have any questions, ask Le Fucking Figaro à la une. In the meantime, Katie Phangs just re-invented the Tie-Dye… Katie was inspired by her favorite excercise position, which of course is the Horizontal one… like Sister AGHATA (formally of Nantes) Katie Phangs is a missionary lover.

 

Breaking the news: La délice du Ministère est déshabillé

In Hollywood land, it’s The Triumph of The Automatons, starring Denisa Kerschovas 🦎

But first, it’s Phat Basterd’ dans le courtage, check it out:

Write me a postcard – drop me a line …

Mr. Poisson, i don’t select the news, nor the cycles, not even the events. After the break i promise that i will never mention your ShitBag™ again, but in the next 36 hours or so, i will try to explain to you how the little mermaid got into this blog.

And then you can do what French people do.

Glass Onion meets Layers Cake…

 

And in Palestine, OhHi, Oh… Train Derailment Units are measured in optimism snapshots on the Morning Mika Sho’… The Hace of ♠️’s, la ache es muda.

With this in mind… Mr. Poisson 🐟, the last time you pointed your camera 🤳 at me… your excellency wanted to know what your little princess identification card was doing in my prefecture “sleep-cover” folder 📁 at the Prefecture.

Answer:

It’s rather really simple, and never mind that from Day One of the French Talents and Skills Visa (Dec. 2010) a certain Nice address that you might know was used as, shall we say, ‘the anchoring’ address to secure A CERTAIN “six-year investigative project” orbiting around, The Year of Mexico in France; Mexicans in France, and/or Mexican corruption in Europe; and the monitoring of a then triple presidential process, which as you might remember in 2012, lined up France (Hollande), U.S. (Obama) and, Them (El P.R.I. in Mexico).

∴ underneath those pillars ∴, I had already cemented a foundation, which in 2017 culminated, or rather coincided with, the announcement of the start of the journalistic and publishing career of one of the main characters in my investigation, and no, Mr. Poisson, it is not Johanne of whom I am referring to, but rather, —Florence Cassez.

Any how…

🍷

_ by the time Öüï got to Jurançon (Eye forgot the year) the man ∧and/or∨ woman in charge of Stephanie Menou’s chain-of-command at the préfecture Cité had already sealed my fate for that September day of 2014…

∧ if ∧ only if 

You remember September, love… You would not have been in this picture 🖼️ BUT FOR the fact that it was you who insisted that our correspondence (from me to you, and viceversa) be turned over for review by ‘the reviewing’ authorities at the Dépôt section of the Ministry of The Interior at Cité.

∨… 

lest you forget, it was also you, love, who insisted that “we” should forget about the first (of several) 60-day notice to appeal the dépôt section’s décision, in lieu of what Bruno³ recommended as a recourse, after his superior offered you an apology in the hallway outside of the dépôt section employee’s doorway.

³~. … hacer un, ¿cómo se DiCheee, cómo se DiCheee? You know, that sort of contract concluded between two physical persons who have reached the age of majority, for the purposes of organizing their life in common.

And finally, Mr. Poisson, there was a time-period between 2012 and 2013, when yours truly, Armando Segovia / Armando Serrano-Prieto, had the means, the opportunity and, the resources, which is not the same as ‘the means’, to move-out and conduct my research outside of your precious Octopus Garden (sort of speak), but you are not going to believe who developed a case of “you can’t move-out, love! There are way to many nymphos at Jour-et-Nuit!”… and isn’t that ironic 😼, my dear Titus?

Haderslev, Denmark. AS3_ From the Vikingos who brought you “The Little Mermaid” and “Only a Fiddler would say that to Neptune », comes the story of Your Cheese ain’t Shit, —en Venezia! It’s TROU 🕳️, ask, “il Capone de la mafia”, it’s right there in them Ombres G tracks from Madrid, if Ewe should need directions ask Burt Lancaster, he knows how to get to Rome from Antony.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki ~ wiki /The_🐧_New_Clothes

🧭 “The Emperor’s New Clothes” is based on a true Folk Tale, the names of las ⚽ putas ⚽ however, have been changed in Order to protect 🇧🇷 Progreso.

…

∴ ; ∧ for the record:

It takes Tú to be in ❣️ Solitaire ♠️… unless youse like “Rainman”.

∧ here is “Y”.

Dora en Allegretto… Kerschovas follows

Meanwhile in Chilangolandia–sur–Botzaris, los heroicos Pípopes des Buttes–Franchutes insist that according to the Ruhle’s of Polite Society, “las quesadillas de La 4ta Transformation”, no llevan queso, puras calabazas, por ser lacias no necesariamente, —LaicAS.

En la oscuridad – The Set Up… after the break it’s Last Week To They. In the barrel, we review last weekend Barra de Programmation en El Cuzco y en “el Mexique ranch” dressing room de GUANAVACOA en Aragón de León y Castilla. And if you think las muertas de Juárez went the way of Freddy Cats, you Sir, get a little VACHE que rit en la Milka del requesón y el Suero de Villa Ahumada-sur-Dune.

🐮🧀🐐

Deer, Apolline de Hierbamala, please inform your graphics monkeys and Adeline François that nº 5 is called “QUESILLO” by the farmers who cure it, not OAXACA… considering that MONTEALBAN is the only place French tourists know, Eye thought you cheese makers knew better.

Nº Five
QUE⁰SI⁰LLO⁰

🎶🌬️ You Go To My Head 🧀 like an opened cork of 🥂champagne de Hong Kong.

Hilarity ensues when Dora The Explorer meets Wednesday Add-am-s_ese.

For context, a few weeks ago, Avi Velshi banned a book³, or that bald madafakka read it wrong, Velsho confused this thing called ‘agency’ with un balcón en El Teatro del Pueblo, mais non, ce n’est pas du Shakespeare On The Rocks.

³~. Neale, Hurston, Z. Their Eyes Were Watching God, on VELSHI “Banned B¤ok Club”, aired on 14/01/2023 on the msnbc’s and tagged on this blog, here, period!

Tampoco es una de Cervantes, ni mucho menos… ese señor se burlaba de Campeadores y estoy seguro que de campEaDoras también, because in A Brave New World, Évry intern is a Sancho or a Sancha en Moulineaux.

… and, Katty Kay, did Ewe do Something to your hair?

Glamourous portraits do Ewe Know justice. Love yer’ spectacles 👓

Another One Bites The D.U.S.T. with Juliannie Tatelbaum

🃏 Hey, I’m gonna get you Too!

Smile

Smile 🙂 Key word here is A DIET en Inglés y, DIETA en Espagnol… and this Cousin Joseph is our Pilates episode of: Adventures in Anagrams, which the staff titled “Contrology”. Episode One focuses on Fiscal Transformation… ISSY, I’D EAT D.A.T., indeed, S.I.R.E.N.E., in–deed.

In Local news, según El Mundo de Le Monde, mientras los EEUU se desgarran las prendas para retirar la SUBVENCIÓN de equipo y herramientas de GUERRA a departamentos de policía en los Estados Unidos de América, La France is looking into the SUPER RICH (portfolios) to strengthen the social fabric of Marianne.

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The Rachel Maddow Show:

As read on “the front page of the Internet,” a.k.a., reddit (point) com/r

In Case you missed, IT!

In Case you missed, IT! .::. 7485C04D-91D2-4C56-A061-97A34EA9604A 🗓 yy-ddd* = 20163 ⏳, and you can thank Donald John Trump for the shift in calendars, for the record, IT!, happened when POTUS 45 order the 82nd Airborne from The School of The Americas (Ft. Benning, GA) to cross the Potomac… or something like D.A.T. —_•!•_— As for the “Arts & Entertainment” chain of events that lead The Nation to have a moment of reckoning with it’s its violent past, the vast archives of Reality TV in the vaults of FOX and A&E, will now become prospective evidence on how to KNOT play “policias y ladrones” on national SYNDICATED entertainment Chains… back to you Alice.

Le journalisme est une science humaine, c’est pourquoi nous apprenons à reconnaître nos erreurs

… dédié au personnel de l’ambassade du Mexique en France, et aux bonnes personnes du groupe des 6ème et 7èmes dêpot à la préfecture de Cité (bureau).

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Of course, Susana Puveda, tienes que tomar ese calendario ROMANO con un granito de SAL, or as Julius César told Vercingetorix: CAVEAT EMPTOR, « if you break it, You Buy IT! ».

9 minutes (years) of pleasure

9 minutes (years) of pleasure .::. FD142E18-F6E7-4B05-942E-0D76E1DE1FF8 🇦🇺 Moi, Aussi! “Eye Come From A Land Down Under, the Rio Grande 🇲🇽/🇺🇸.” Yee–oh soy Mantequilla! _ζ*-~-~-~-~ξ

French bashin’ iii — Jugüemos al Béis, güey

That’s Hardball if you play Cricket en Inglés, which is the sport of Grillos en Espagnol. C’est a dire Le Roi du Spotrs.

Sí–sí:CECE5339-7040-4D86-822F-1A29AADB1E09

Dear, Rachel Maddow, do you know what the good thing about this B.l.og. is?

That neither you, Madam, nor Mr. Manuel Valls will ever read it.

VOX de España
y
Les Echos del Generalissimo Franco

… wait for it, Chrissy Haynes, wait.

“These people had SEX with their parents”:324E5292-6315-4DFA-8E12-47AABFE0CD66 —|— Sex with their papás and their mamás. •|• The following is a Copy/Pasta for Jared Kushner: Los medios galos son de hecho los que más se hacen eco de la noticia y resaltan que Ciudadanos, el partido que apoya a Manuel Valls y que quiere aliarse con En Marche, forma parte de la colación… and Jared, Your Beau–Papá had sex with your W.I.F.E..

In Rachel Maddow news, there’s something about Rachel’s hair, —must be the Super Moon.

TimeStamp: 02.43 in Central NATO Times

So… about that V.I.S.A:052A50F0-DA32-4BEE-8F47-BFA49624943E •!• Why exactly is it that Brontis wants me to voluntarily WALK INTO A POLICE STATION, before France, the country —not the singer— decides what it is that it will do with my Dossier à la préfecture de Cité; room 1511. Are you guys at Dêpot turning Japanese? Or, (motherfuckers) is this part of The Métamorphose of the (motherfucking) Process?

Today in History, a few hours ago, but in 1804 Napoléon “dale por su” Buenaparte, promulgó el llamado C.I.V.I.L. CODE (motherfuckers)… oh, the waste of paper.

Did you know that it was a very French devil, who went ahead and invented “the political pacts”; cosas del C.h.a.m.u.c.o., vía La BBC, El WaPo, and the lovely Amy Goodman; what a beautiful nom, Bonhomme:
http://www.radiocable.com/nm-derecha-pacta-extrema-derecha-esp573.html

El Patrón (template) de Morena en México

D.E.A.R., MARIANNE:
The following is an In.K.I.N.D. reminder that:

All EyE need is What France demanded for FLORENCE en Castellano and, of CARLOS en japonés:AC8B88FA-18C9-4A64-9DA4-568C7AF7EC82 •!•  THIS IS THE SAME “patroncito” (template) that MORENA-Francia, et. al. (amigos de Javier Sicilia)  utilizaron conmigo a partir del 2011. So, PLEASE think about  what BRONTIS final WASHING OF THE H.A.N.D.S. is going to look like when my entire P.O.R.N. parody is served on a cold silver platter, because you, Marianne, were my NETFLIX… and no Brontis, Eye don’t bite clean hands that feed Mí; these here, Babe, are nuttin’ but the preliminary unfolded c.a.r.d.s. of Ms. Ruhle’s theme dress for her show today… B.T.W. in EST it’s a quarter to the 11th hour with a Declined Transmission of Bri–Wi.

Both of the C.O.U.N.T.r.I.E.s. that, i armando segovia / armando serrano prieto, DECLARED TO YOUR P.r.o.c.e.s.o. OFFICE 1511 at Cité are now E.N.E.M.I.E.S. of the FREE PRESS.

Reception is F.I.N.E. dear:B5213C1E-660A-493B-96DB-939E42D3D450 •!• “Everybody knows the Cards Are Loaded”, and everyone at Staff are aware that “the” DRUNK HISTORY krew* (Season SIX, Episode EIGHT) use my pirate radio lyric bites to spike  I.R.O.N.Y. on the sketch. Eye don’t blame Ewe, Derek; your “Dominos” te tienen denominadamente dominado.

* Gary Sanchez productions
and
BERNARDO GÓMEZ
of
PANTALION FILMS  **

** TELEVISA Santa Monica
California

AND This, MARIANNE, is why in the tableau or the S.C.O.P.E. of my short N.I.N.E. year journey through your France, I became a Target because of a conflict of interest that involved the Mexican Government and Mister Hollande’s helicopter and g.e.n.d.a.r.m.e.R.I.E. expeditionary S.A.L.E.S. rackets to perpetuate bloodshed in CHIHUAHUA and in Cuernavaca, Morelos, también.

MEMOIRE of LALA LAND:6D4081B2-B364-4E1A-B3A6-5219AFFBA65D

Dear, Stephen T. Colbert, please stand-by for landing.

dot, dot, dot .. ..

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Ale! Marianne… Live forever? Definitely Maybe it’s 6 o’Clock

“Like a workhorse caught in a Stable”… o un periodista en un Oasis, o mismo en un baño Turco.

Oh, hey Billy G, you must have met Caroline… but have you met Marianne? Ah!!! Let me tell ya’ Man, La Grange ain’t got Jack on them set of Legs.

A Lasting Warning, and Trump’s bandoleón–wide web of LIES en Argentina FOLLOWS. Stick around.

Yo soy Armando Segovia y la edición en Ah–prietos, starts, Right Now after the 20 minute hash-mark.

Please Stand–by for Signal Identification:

Bienvenida morena… faltan 2 días, 3 horas y Cero minutos para el 1 de diciembre a las 9 de la mañana, Tiempo del Centro, –el centro de México— no el Centro de ustedes, o el de los López–Obradoristas. En París son las 13 horas.

Frequency hop:
The Following must be read with a Sonny de Valdés announcer voice in the key of Ángel Fernández.

Ladies in Gemeni, live from the Faber & Faber limited arena at The Sands in Les Halles on The güey to the Forum.

SIRIUS EDITIONS and Titan Books,
in collaboration with Ciné Vintage
and Golden Canelo Boy and Longhorn Press presents:

KATANA vS. Harley Davidson… The Brawl for A Few Dollars More.

12–rounds of main–Streaming horror Brand Snatching in the middle of a Freejack recall of Yellow Colored Autobots®️ and freelance automatons and androids across the TONKA and Concept Artists UNIVERSES–es–es, ese, as the Very French use of a yellow-colored “attention getting” glove compartment emergency habit, —or boring garment— as their “trapo de guerra” en la contienda por puto litro de gasolina continua en el melodrama de la Historia del primer quinquenato de Jupiter.

TimeStamp: almost Veinte para Las Tres in Central NATO Time… Eye Want—Your… yes Sirens, you’ve guessed it: Eye Want Your SEX.

BREAKING THE NEWS: HEY MR. MUSIC… this is SOME SERIOUS SHIT, The “mighty dread” and Reggae Music is now un Patrimonio de La Humanidad… and Ewe know what, without the Ganja none of it would have happened, “Yeah Mon”… Jamaica, Rocks… steady—nenah.

16.00 hours in Central NATO Time

Allez! Marianna, thanks for the ale… Jazz Central follows. This message will self–destroy following the execution of  Sirius Error 16, which is code for “Trial” period is Over… Kafka follows… KAF•TA,  not Kafka, —follows. It’s Lebanese night… where’s the Moon at?

TimeStamp: 19 hundred hours in Central NATO TIMES.

Vamo’ Marianna, picha de nuez… Eye know You Love Me, at 19:03 on Central Siren Den, it’s Live, but that frame there is Not, we [the staff] repeat it Is Not The Bossa Nova, You just don’t know it yet.

Complément de Affaire — CERFA n° 13473*01

Good morning Marianne:

Let’s dance,
shall we?

El proceso… context follows. Stick Around!

Shall we start, 3 hours after 4h20 “with the very thought of You”?

… and, Sweetie, wadda’Ya say if we [the staff] start at the beginning, which of course, fucken of course, on Your itinerary is « the last –item– in Line ». Now Baby, You, of all the free—swinging bosoms in the Free World know that “I’m a man of Means by no Means”… and that this situation was brought upon by your man: Brontis à La Préfecture; allow me to recapitulate… because Mari:

”What we’ve got here is failure to communicate”, and understand beteween the two of us what a “Catch–22” starring Jim Carrey looks like.

Así que ahorita que “calienta el sol” aquí en lo que próximamente seran las playas de París, could You believe that the very trade that brought me here is keeping me from filling up a CERFA form?

Yes, indeed—yes indeed. Of course for You to triangulate the paraghraph above with concrete references concerning my case, You—precious darling— of all Icons would have to go back to MY INITIAL REQUEST FOR a French VISA, —because it was from San Bernardino (my birthplace) Baby, from where I opened up that last Stretch of Route 66 to arrive to Your Consulate General satellite in Los Angeles, California in order to request that God-forsaken visa that would allow me —an aspiring journalist— a crack at taking a look at Mexican Corruption from abroad… “oh how i laughed” (internally, and to quote Ziggy, at that moment) when a Consulate Employee asked me: what business does a Californian have, wanting to take a look at Mexican corruption? In her defense, it was in the context of my request, which was a Skill and Talents visa, a sort of LONG TERM immigration MECHANISM that France offers to “developing” countries or something like that., and here you have a U.S. passport holder asking for that sort of “special” and privileged visa.

Long story short, on that initial request i mention a hypothesis that it’s probably similar to the thesis of the current (three times running) and leading Mexican presidential candidate, Andres Manuel López Obrador, regarding his thesis (According to The New Yorker Magazine*) “about the political formation of the Mexican state, in the nineteenth century.”

TimeStamp: on this Dance… “you think that jamming was a thing of the past” Bob Marley— in fip Central Station Time… y lo bueno es de que Francia no tiene un National Public Radio, eh… diez para las 21h20.

… Anygüey, Mari, along those archaic and supposedly “ quiet villages” of the nineteenth century “i put forth the proposition” in so many words that up to 2010 (an emblematic year for Mexicans) the French Civil Code and it’s constitution was a mirror image of how “el godínazgo INSTITUCIONALIZADO” ran things in modern Mexico, but with the particularity of having Washington’s (D.C) interest rammed up the country’s ass and all the way up the so-called “horn of plenty shaped country” neck’s in the YUCATAN PENINSULA… remember, Marianne, what Mafalda found out about THE MAP OF THE WORLD ACTUALLY BEING UP-SIDE DOWN**.

A QUE VOY, regarding the voucher for CREDIT from a BANK OR CREDIT INSTITUTION… or something like that (HAAAAA JAAAA HAAAA)… en voz baja—¡no me hagas reir Marianne!

If your préfecture reviewers at LE 6ème BUREAU à CITÉ wanted me to be able to properly complete A GOD-DAMNED CERFA Form for small entrepreneurs (freelance Journalist) then they should have instructed me back in March of 2011 about « LA PUTA CEDULA PROFESIONAL NECESARIA”, para ejercer como periodista en Francia—INSTEAD OF HAVING ME RUN AROUND THE PARISIAN MEXICAN MUCK— with a “talents et compétences Card”… MARIANNE, “my fickle friend”, You gave me a « carte blanche » to operate and when it turned out that i figured out that the roosting chickens came from Your motherfucking coop—YOU PULLED THE MOTHERFUCKING RUG FROM UNDER ME.

Glosario para Stephanie y Brontis à La Préfecture:

catch-22:
noun
a dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions. [Sounds familiar, Ewe’all?].

Jim Carrey:
Actor, painter
… in the role of Truman Burbank, he happens to be the star of the most popular live show in television history. The only problem is, he doesn’t know it!

Vals N° Ocho con Marianne… conduce Pérez Prado

Hola hoy es miércoles 23 de mayo del 2018.
Saludos a mis amigos los colombianos.

Aquél que ignora la historia… don Mauricio, gracias por sacar a flote el tema de los consulados de México, mi amigo “Brontis à la préfecture”,  sabe perfectamente cómo y de que manera (no) sirve ese viejo sistema de palancas. Draconiano contra la crítica del gobierno en turno, y LAMBISCÓN cuando se trata de las elites que siguen saqueando a México… ahí tiene a Moreira en Barcelona en Catalunya, o a Duarte en El Paso, Texas… luego, “si nos dejan” le comentamos sobre lo que usted no quiso decir de “el Bronco”, eh.

Hello, Marianne,

… as for the requirement of having a roof over my head, the most important thing to take into consideration is the context of the topic, and the historical perspective of how I came to navigate a situation that today has me bouncing around the margins of your social fabric.

It was almost 4.9 years ago when your people behind the Desk at a place called La Préfecture de Police, devised a ruse to discourage me from documenting one of the many stratagems that the Enrique Peña Nieto administration deployed in 2013 in order to have a pleasant Year of Mexico in France, during the span of the following 2 years.

Four years and eight month ago, dear, Marianne, your agents took away my credentials to practice journalism, but they could not take my will to continue with my testimony and my passion to document the things that curators of Frida Kahlo try to cover up wiith her works.

… screen–grab might follow.

Last year, however, with the aid of the Latin American rumor mill and, with the finest cadre of coopted “cultural ambassadors” who,—i might add— are in the pockets of the Mexican Foreign Service, managed to momentarily turn my world up-side down, which, compared to what happens to gadflies like me, —on Mexican soil— i guess you could say that having to sleep on the different hostels of your RATP and eating out of your most popular soul kitchens is like, is Like really–really–really: living mi vida loca como si fuera la vie en rose. 

One Step at A Time

So, in lieu of a fixed roof over my head, as required by today’s convocation, i deliver to my good friend, “Brontis à la préfecture,” a ‘beneficiary form’ along with a side dish of ‘social follow-through testimony’ that promises to set my Hands Free; now Brontis, pay attention because you are a central intelligence character inside the pages of my work-in-progress narrative… should you decide to renew my little “pink card”, then you will give feathers to my wings, en revanche, if your superiors response is a “pink slip,” you will instead be webbing them. 

“Les promos font La Révolution”

Monoprix Revolution of lipsticks, instead of a révolution of ideas, seems to follow.

P.S.: Dear, Marianne, if Brontis can issue “little pink cards” to Mexican federa agents who maimed and tortured for past Mexican presidents, and who now seem to be “double-dipping” as madrinas for the Mexican Embassy in Paris, then you should not have an issue with a “stone inside of one of the shoe” of the Mexican political status quo, —Baby!

TimeStamp: “Mama told me not to come”

Issy, el archivo sigue siendo cotejado por puras sirenas, en CET.

… on Siren Central Time.

I have a feeling that the decision at hand, like 4.8 years ago last time around, has already been made, whatever the outcome is dear, Brontis—this is just a Formality..

TimeNow: 5 to HighNoon. CET.