Dear fip.fr: thank you for going Stasi* — Reach out touch Faith

 

Re-interpretation

 

*~. But most importantly, because this ain’t no disco, no C.B.G.B’s. (punto y coma) Eye ain’t gots Thyme for that now, —Ewe know.

Cut!!!!!!!
It’s “like a Japanese CAT”, knot like a fucking horse.

 

In local news, The Our Lady of Los Ángeles ☄️⚾  Philharmonique is playing next to Marie-Ange’s Bagagerie, it’s a West(side)Story Engagement, nothing to see here, move along… and never mind them police barriers at Sarah’s Théâtre.

The Devil is in a Sharp dressed man 👞 , never mind the details or las bienvenues et départs when Youse down and out near Montparnasse, and dear Marie-Ange Schiltz this is the slot where the dearly departed are always welcome, and where the “Mini-Madrina” snapshot from the other day comes in, unfortunately Denis Soula and Susana Pubeda hijacked my British-Queen bitch segment… any how here’s the TEA on that walkabout session that closes the Month of September. ENTER Alexander.

… continued from Schiltz’ « Daily homeless (W/OFA (güo’FA) » :

Alexander, mon cher Alexander, aux raisonnements incertains, au débit saccadé mâtiné d’un fort accent britannique, quasi incompréhensible. Anglais, je lui
trouve de la classe. Il fut professeur, dit-on. Alexander écume Paris, je marche
beaucoup. Nous nous sommes plusieurs fois reconnus du côté de Montparnasse.

¶5,  p.181

Fin de page

Stop making sativa sensi, sensei!

Is this not the Python moment you All were waiting for?

Très british, il tient la distance. Notre surprise explose joyeuse et sincère sur le trottoir. Comme toujours, nos interactions s’arrêtent aussi brusquement qu’elles ont commencé. Alexander reprend son chemin, moi le mien. On se retourne, on se salue. Nous n’avons rien verbalisé, et pourtant, je sais qu’il est aussi heureux que moi de la rencontre inopinée.
¶1, p. 182

Note to whomEva’ gots’ the control of fip dot fr right now:

Jesus will fix, IT!, for you.
Just like Jesus fixed
Louis “the just’s” 13th Hot Rod.

Enter the Rhapsodes… knot to be tied to°get°her° {nor} confused with Snoop Dogg’s rendition of Freddy Mercury’s “Murder Was The Case That They Gave Mí” because, d’Aubignac’s (and I quote) « [H]istory of archaic Greek performances justified his theory of THE STICHED-To°Get°Her° corpus³ ». In this sense, Sensei, the Iliad was a sort-of-middle-of-the-road, Frank Zappa kind of quilt in the form of ‘little poem tragedies’, not DRAMAS performed by actors but “hymns or canticles” that Greek princes had performed (JUST like the Just King at the beginning of Ken Russell’s THE DEVILS film) at their feasts³³.”

³~.

“And since they did not always have poets on hand for new works, they decided to take the episodes or detached pieces from those who had some reputation, and those who plied this trade were called Rhapsodes—they not only sang, but also danced gracefully and artfully expressing with their bodies the sense of the verse. …”,
Theiss, p. 85

 

³³~.

I know where you get yer’ Chinks from now.

Mi amigo “el tordillo”… that’s a nice chink you got there

1

I pitty the Fo’ who thinks that this trip is about Cocaine… Sally.

2

Go ahead, Jerry Brown… rebound this Governor and disrupt the snare and bass with an ♪-ball and riders on 32nd Street. I tell you what though, in local news, with that stencil on the ground I reckon that Stephanie (Gavotte) is going to be needing a different BOWto hammer them strokes into a martellato

Les nouveaux croisés : symbolisme et rhétorique d’extrême droite contemporaine

3

Now I don’t want the intelligentzia peruana del CROUS de la 3 rue de Mabillon (2011-2015), en especial a los admiradores de Mario Vargas Llosa, to think that I am playing a different tune. It’s the same if your “excellencies” factor in the FACT, that Évry thing from La Comedie to l’Académie française was conceived by the imagination of the devil of Loudun, the good ♦ Cardinal Richelieu. So bear with me que yo no soy un pinche ‘literato’.

Hoy no hubo Phangs — The unity of the Abbé d’Aubignac’s time of Homer’s place and the culture of the action on the Streets in Seventeenth-Century Paris

Unity :

PSA from PUB-3-MUS-016 at the Bpi

 

‘member now time now is the 1600’s in Paris, France, and in Loudun Town, Cardinal Richelieu starts the hunt of a chaplain by the name of Urbanus Grandier for the high crime of criticizing the good cardinal. Of course King Louis XIII could not just send in the dogs for an issue of FREEDOM of SPEECH (which didn’t exist yet, if you get my point) so the good Cardinal Ximénez, who was in France at the time to oversee the Pope’s visit to Marseille, where strong anti-monarchy vibes are taking place, suggested Witchcraft meets Downtown; now to make matters worse for The Crown, The Pontif is in Marseille to visit a boatload of Donatis°tes from Africa.

https ://www .huffingtonpost .fr /france /video /migrants-in-marseille-pope-francis-denounces-the–fanaticism-of-indifference–

ROMA SE GIRO — RIGO ES AMOR

 

Place :

Hola, guapos…

To celebrate Mexican Independence They³ (in Nantes, hoy²) at the Bpi, da’Man, José Lopes re-constituted the dang-on système des tickets at The Doors. Plan accordingly and remember: Big Brother, Julio Pirés, is watching you.

with that in mind and, with the proper references not necessarily the « FIDELIO » password, Öüï the staff now return to The Ursulin’s convent in Loudon Town where one of their own is acting up like  ‘a cat in heat : on a grey oyster’s shell’ , o como dicen en ROMA, « La Gatta in calore : Grigioperla », The Pope had his own man keeping an Aye!, on Richelieu and his name was Vincent Dæmon Furnier, of ALICE COOPER’s notoriety.

Papa Poule at rue Carnot recommended the inn. Cardinal Ximénez was already having supper at the mesón next door.

³~. 16/09/2023

https ://www .bpi .fr /reprise-des-tickets-pour-entrer-a-la-bpi/

²~. 23/09/2023

https ://www .helloasso .com /associations /comal /evenements /fiesta-del-grito-nantes-2023

A Child With A Noose… ONE KNIGHT ONLY with special guest Erika Voodoo.

Action

Where were you while We Were Playing Sax 🎷

Musical Background, Third Eye Foundation, and mister Matt Elliott, don’t shed a tear 🎷, I do not chose the angles, I just relay the Dun Dun Dun – Dhunnn ! (1X).

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.