El Arco del Trumpismo… Yaw is wɒY, thus proving once again that Roma es ɒmoЯ. Verde que te quiero Rosa
🎵 Si les sigue usted los PASOS
Verá más d’un caso…
“Nosotros no somos iguales”, proclamaba con rancia indignación don AMLO en referencia a “los amigos de México en SciencesPo y el IHEAL (2011 — hasta la fecha).
L’Aristocracía del Barrio
En fin, esto ya es mera coincidencia.
In-synch with The Times
En fin, Django… Jan Vill[€]net is a babe, but la médiatrice retired from the Actual 75 zip code transmission and moved to El Paso, Texas, where she runs a HAM Radio outfit right under Congressperson Robert “beto” O’Rourke cul-de-sac, coincidentally just a few blocks from where Pancho Villa took a piss at Sunset Heights next to I.C.E. University on Bob Hoskins Rd.
Appellation d’Origine PALESTINA.
Do I really have to? Oh-key Doh-key… but please remind the YOUTHS that Leonardo DiCaprio will not be televised.
Le’mme fix this, en avance te quiero.
🚂
T.R.O.N. was an American Girl.
Take The Ey Train.
Syncope
On the menu: Eye swear that I am not making this up 🍲… most unfit president hypocritically brings back Fitness Tests… President Trump didn’t even make it through BOOT 🪖 CAMP
Sin Hondo no Hay Paraiso
No insistas Susana Poveda, for the love of money… y Jesus Aussie. Youse One of My Kind.
Donald Trump is a fat overweight fuck. The first lady (ME-LANIA) dreams of Obama’s 🍍 big 🍍 phat cock 🍍in her oyster 🦪 shell Évry night.
Love handles and spurs, add a rich influential dad and Fuck Vietnam… and that’s TRIPLE HUSSEIN on Trump’s bitch, ISSY-don… she’ll like it too!!! Ask the 🪶 Redskins.
Conchas bien belgas con papas a la francesa con PIÑA hawaiana and some onion-looking salad.
https ://www .epicurious .com /recipes /food /views /caldo-de-oso-mine-workers-fish-soup
Caldo de Oso… and if your name is PROFESSOR Johanne Grazia Poisson at the AP-HP at Issy-les-Moulineaux, doctor… I swear that Gustavo Martínez had nothing to do with my demise.
³~. Sponsored by WhattaBurger and Soup Sandwich Groceries de la calle Stanton en El Paso, Texas… casi esquina con Los Auténticos Decadentes y La Maldita Vecindad de los bisnietos GENTRIFICADOS del Panteón Rococó en la panadería del Yorch.
Once Upon A Time in The West.
Meanwhile at BrUTEP, pues en Miner ⛏️ Village no pasa nada because UTEP became the I.C.E. Academic Laboratory back in 2007. Zita Arocha cannot and should not, allow me to lie because I, Armando Segovia, told that lovely CUBANA that Eye was going to write a BLOG about a West Texas Town in El Paso, and that Town’s name is Ciudad Juárez, where my friend Gustavo got drunk, crossed the Bridge and then the son-of-bitch took a piss en El Segundo Barrio de mister ROMO (el dorado ⛽).
Whomever believes that “man is a political animal” is probably a fucking populist with Sadistic Mika as an opening act for The Band.
Animalz!!! The Gall, France!!! The Gall to flash school children (with no voting significance) to a Starbucks 🧜♀️ sign.
Any hoot 🦉 Symone Sanders, that feeling that you felt with that “voting-age” student panel, or congress at the Agora of some university in América is the same feeling that Eye felt at BrUTEP in 2007/08, too. Perhaps Alicia Menendez knows this feeling also, it’s called:
Sometimes Eye Feels like a foster parent-less child, —man!
🦪 and remember, if it happens to be September and youse in ex-Île, then Évry pearl is the ball hooked to a chain, the French invented a word for, IT!, and it’s ostracism, not to be confused with circumcision ✂️ , period!
Screenshot courtesy of Bender Rodríguez-es .
³~. Homer in SPRINGFIELD, according to some guy named Aristotle.
SPRINGFIELD
Any güey, Öüï remains in hibernation but that is only because Calypso 🍹 time is gone… Oktoberfest follows 🍻.
Where have you gone
Solon slayer of Draco’s
Democracy turns it’s
Lonely laws to you…
In conclusion, don’t call any animal happy (except for 🦮 Labradores-es) until that animal is dead, and thus stopped leading the blind, —like that bum, —Homer.
I Don’t Live Today³… maybe tomorrow.
Prost, bitches!
https ://www .sciencephoto .fr /image /12916159 –spanish-conquistadors-torturing-american-indians–1539–1542
Note to editors:
The following is an El Paso, Texas, thing; and, please be advised that you will need to know what BrUTEP is, and where CORONADO road (🦶) leads to… hoy por ser día de La Raza³.
THE BIRTH OF VENUS
(Mia from the HISTORY halls at UTEP)
And starring as Roberto Carlos, Amy “la romantica” Goodman, on The War on Pacifica’s Peas Report.
³~. In a 1968 interview, Hendrix said it “was dedicated to the American-Indian and all minority depression groups“
https ://www .proceso .com .mx /cultura /2023/10/11 /playboy-sets-mia-khalifa-on-FIRE–for-her-comments-on-hamas-attack-on-israel
S’cuse Mí, while I kiss that guy 🎸
Spanish Castle Magic
Nations Unies
jour de la langue espagnole (Castellano)
… and in 1971, it was the 2500 year celebration (from 539 B.C.) of the FALL OF BABYLON by motherfucking Cyrus The Great from Persia (hoy Iran)… two years later in 1973 and without knowing it, U.S. President Richard Mullhouse Nixon would be COMMISSIONING the U.S.S. Gerald R. FORD, which is now parked next to CYPRUS (remember FAMAGUSTA?), in case anybody is wondering what a backward difference in real time looks like… (The Star Spangles Banner)
Efemérides:
— 1804: on Napoleon’s orders, Paris Police Prefect Louis Dubois prescribes the official organization of brothels in France.
To piggy-back on los puteros de Francia, The United States in América promulgates Freethought Day, celebrating the end (in 1692) of the Salem Witch Trials.
Mel Brooks is god… never mind Scorsese, he’s a fag.
Live from RED LIGHT HOLLAND, it’s Mia Khalifa on magic shrooms… wait a minute now!
Ah yeah!There’s a red house over yonder,That’s where my baby staysLord, there’s a red house over yonderLord, there’s where my baby staysI ain’t been home to see my babyIn ninty nine and one half days
³~. https ://www .loc .gov /item /today-in-history /october-12/
🤓 Sarah Joe O’brien… our favorite Miner 👩🎓, in°deed!
— 1976 , on a day like COLUMBUS DAY, but on the same year that The United States in América celebrated its 200 Year Anniversary, in Mexico the Vatican was consecrating la Basilique Notre-Dame-de-Guadalupe de México (in Old Mexico)… 81 years earlier, in 1895 on that same CHURCH, the Pope in Rome, LEO XIII, was “crowning” the Image of Notre-Dame-de-Guadalupe de México.
… and one more thing before the ECLIPSE:
Happy Birthday, Mr. CROWLEY
hoy por ser día de TU SANTO,
Jimi Hendrix will play a rendition of Sgt. Pepper Lonely Heart’s Club Band at the Royal Albert Hall, and just like Jimi told them Rosbifs, forget about getting “thrown together by c’mon everybody lets love, that’s nothing but a lot of hogwash because you have to have truth and understanding in the first place…“ and Playboy never had that, it was just an elitist whorehouse.
Previously on, Fo’:
Visa para locos… “con la intención de obtener mayores conocimientos en su formación turística.”
Note to self: I will never obtain Rebecca from Quebec, and Eye is not even allowed within 3000 miles from the biblioteca de la U.A.C.J. turning, by the way 50 in, https://gaceta.uacj.mx/countdown ,with that in mind, got huitlacoche?
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page 84… reformulation: Homer was such a bad poet, he could not possibly have existed.
Theiss, ibid on the Illiad.
And, Avi Velshi, it occurred to Mí that this corn debacle, Eye reckons from my recon post—that is the same thing but in a different angle of that whole 13-year old who has to worry about Algebra and baby formula for her little bastard child. The treaty allows for the ‘safe Ing’n en astronomía’ clause, whereas the U.S. allows for wild huitlacoche on Évry tortilla.
P.S.: our hearts and minds are with the cocksuckers 🇨🇦 who have mined the fuck out of la panamericana 🔥
¡M🌽§§🌽§§🌽¶¶🌽!
What has 4 eyes, 4 eses, 2 pies, and no incest laws… l’Ancienne Régime.
Mañana en La Hora Nacional:
https ://diario .mx /nacional /piden-a-amlo-intervenir-por-mexicano-desaparecido-en-canada
To celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the anti-BRUTEP chapter of la UACJ en Samalayuca, CHAMIZAL productions en Clandestinidad con Arturo RIPstein, y Flautas “El Canario” presentán:
People who know, know… that that there corncob is a tortilla en potencia.
Back to page 181, ¶ 3 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’
The imposing Felix crosses Les Halles from north to south. I cross from south to north. The meeting is inevitable. Cheerful, he leaves to join his bouliste friends in the Tuileries. He invites me to come and play with them whenever I like. He’s well, very well, it seems. Félix is perhaps the only person among those I’ve met living on the streets who has repeatedly had the opportunity to get out with a job [and skills], and has always returned to the streets. Félix can’t stand any constraints, especially not the feeling of being fenced in*. When he lands a job in the outdoors, in the South of France, near his daughter’s home, I think I’ll never see him again. An error of judgement, he couldn’t stand it, he let go of everything. Provençal pétanque was powerless to hold him back. Today, he’s in a hurry and I won’t know any more. One day, I’ll take a trip to the Tuileries. I know where to find the boulistes.
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 🎻…
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
… 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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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: