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Eye sees your stupid little “CiviliSAtions”, Cardinale ♦️ Lemoine³

³~. And I, Armando Segovia, raise you la rue Mouffetard and all of the bitches playing Strip Bingo there.

15h30… That’s only the fourth hour of my cocoa puffs news hour siesta in CET.

But first… It’s the jungle necessities of the book, or something like that 🍯 any how, it used to go by the BoBar, and then—I forgot what Vilma Fuentes called that joint, but for François a la patate’s sake, we have already established it as just another coq en París.

https :// the coq bar .com /asegovia3.com /23 /10/ 06

On Tú They’s Menu

 

I swear that I don’t choose the Mothers of Frank’s Invention, I just Zapp’em.

Ladies in Gemini: El elefante de Beaubourg

 

And in local news, hoy no hubo jazz.

Previously on, “Attention All Units!”, it’s DINAH thyme 🎺 : ejotes³ en mantequilla

Fuck Armageddon, This Is Hell.
Bad Religion

50 years and one-they later… Y Cayó la Bomba (Fétida)…

Backward ∇ Difference…
You can’t see it, but the Moon 🪞 reflection is smacked right in the middle of that Golden pup-tent on Le Socle, do thé maths or wait one for a different view with an Angle from the Astros… Goooooo, Dodgers ☄️

 

🎸 We’re living in the denoument of the battle’s gripping awe,So what’s the use of being good to satisfy them all? 🥁

∇~. As in… Goliath learned to paraglide 🗡️ and caught David with his tent ⛺ up 😴💤 and his pajamas on. Oh, the humanity.

Palestine Did Nothing Wrong… it was a pristine attack. To re-iterate, Netanyahou’s DEMONS follows. This of course will disproportionately benefit MACDONALD/Douglas, Raytheon and the PENTAGON—ISRAELI military 🪖🎖️ Industrial MONSTERS.

Albur De Amor
Vicente Fernández, en la Voz de Alicia Leos y su mariachi Las Arrieras.

 🎺 Y todavía valor me sobra Hasta onde tuve apostéSi me matan a balazosQue me maten, al cabo, ¿y qué? 🎻

Now if you are like them fip . fr Sirènes, EWE all are probably ignoring LAS JUDIAS, as fresh garden GREEN BEANS are known in Spain, where Öüï might add, has never BEAN! — … any how here’s some useful information that the Filthy French will not get, get it?, will KNOT get on the Sunday edition of The Juanito Guanavacoa Show, so, without further ADO… Hereeeeeee’s Johnny:

Breaking 💔:
Israel bombards Gaza after Hamas launches massive opération. At least 22 killed (13h CET) on the Israeli SIDE after a multi-front attack.

https ://apnews .com /article
/israel-palestinians-gaza-hamas-rockets-airstrikes-tel-aviv

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PubLick SerVice AnnoUn-Cement
BON°HAM was a GROOVER

Laboratorios Camacho en la calle Stanton de El Paso, Texas, and Laboratorios Lo Real de L’Oréal en Levallois-Perret sous Savons-des-Perros Agradecidos (92300) presentan su nuevo producto ancestral para aniquilar a LAS CHINCHES de París “ON THEIR FUCKING TRACKS, period! »…

It’s like the VELCRO for yer’KASHMIR, patron! But instead of clinging-on, this natural ancestral product IMPALES thier little fucking extremities and ZEPPELIN goes here, now RAMBLE-ON you filthy fuckers.

A recently rediscovered ancestral method involves placing fresh green bean leaves around the bed.

John Bonham, notorious ejote eater… his farts are FUN°Kee. But don’t take our word for it, here’s that RECENTLY out-of-the-closet RACIST magazine, ROLLING STONE (1975) :

Bonham … is a steak-and-potatoes percussionist, handpicked, one assumes, for his ability to supply a plodding, stolid, rock-solid bottom—no one has ever accused Led Zeppelin of swinging†.

These plants have sharp hairs (trichomes) that act like a nail board for bedbugs to impale their legs on. As the leaves wither quickly, researchers are trying to develop a comparable surface to trap these bugs.

https ://fr .wikipedia .org /wiki /Punaise_de_lit

†~. You forgot the buttered green beans mister Jim Miller (1975), Eye bets that you are all full of GINGER and his fucking BAKER, Eric Clapton. Well mister Miller, —fuck you and the “subtlety” of god.

I Am An Anti-denti And I Am An Anti-christ
erradicate dentists… brush your fucking theet, you bums!

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /John_Bonham

Chinches in París… I’m yer’Huckleberry.

Attention all units… there’s a Red chinche at the museum 🖼️

Chinche spotted at the Picasso Museum in Paris. Visitors are advised to not, Öüï repeats, Tú Knot 🪢 sit yo’fine asses on any cushioned Share.

³~. Blanc no more. You are welcome 🤗

 

From the electors of, “My Niggas In Paris” and Enrique Peña Nieto, comes the story of Ayotzinapa at El Teatro de Châtelet.

But First: Denis Soula is a fucking Chinche…

There is a Chinche on Deadline, period!

La chinche de Pablo, the most pussy-whooped of the carte blanche 🎺🎺🎺 📎

And here is “Y”: 41:29 (Uhfff!) , 41:31 (Ahaaa!) , 41:33 (Wheau! — facile, eh…) , and then BANG!  42:13³ (AU!… followed by a very disimulado suttle-sounding squirm with an urgent desire to respond in real time) 

³~. She Came In Through the Siren’s Radio exactly when Redd Sonya Mellah y Pella annoncé the album AURORA (punto y coma) on the Act Music & Vision label, featuring Verneri Pajuelas… perdon, Verneri Pohjola’s: FOR THREE

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-ladaniva- 

Sponosored by: “Eye can’t believe it’s not butter“, and the council for the “Friends don’t let friends smoke CBD“… no sea culo y fume mota!

Eye gotcha, bitch!

 

… news from the Tur is that she is driving, and she don’t care, witnesses heard a “beep beep and beep y yeah”

And, Nicole Deadline… Australia is the Enemy. IBID.

The Fry Attachment Rate, by François a la patate

LAS CHINCHES DE DOÑA VILMA en PARÍS

Now in the lexico del campo glosario of the BISTRO sphere in Paris, the names of the bricks, like the ideology of the BISTRO clientele’s IDEOLOGY might change, but the physical address stays the same, —unless there’s like a major REGIME change, in which case, the streets, the avenues and of course, its boulevards change the heros and the events.

It used to be the BoBar…
continuing with page 181 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’ “cajonería³“, this is the final paragraph (V) of page 181 and it adapts a little something like this:
Alexander, my dear Alexander, with his uncertain reasoning, jerky speech and thick, almost incomprehensible British accent. English, I think he’s a class act. He used to be a teacher, they say. Alexander scours Paris, I walk a lot. We’ve met several times around Montparnasse.—
End of Page, jump to page 182

 

³~. … not to be confused with “co°jo°nes° because La Bagagerie’s setup is basically a collection of cajones; but yes, baggage is reason for those cajones to be;

Whoooop*, there it is 🍟 FRENCH GIRLS BLOWING TRUMPets:

It’s DINAH thyme 🎺

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/29 /french-girls-blowing-trumpets/

Page 182, La Jornada con y sin chinches, y se adapta así para Primero Mis Huevos y luego, y luego mis Hot Cakes:
So British, he goes the distance. Our surprise explodes joyfully and sincerely on the sidewalk. As always, our interactions end as abruptly as these began. Alexander goes his way, I go mine. We turn and greet each other. We haven’t said a word, and yet I know he’s as pleased as I about this unexpected encounter.
¶1, page 182.

 

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/03 /glosario-y-campo-lexico-spectacles/

*~. Sorry if I dismembered your jingle… got Ketchup?

After the break, it’s The Exorcist, ISSY, your mother sucks Coq at La Maub del Cardenal Elmonje de Lemoine en El Anahuacalli… HOY POR SER, día del reparto de tierras del Tata Cárdenas, te venimos a cantar. Ejido Sies de Octobre, —presente.

It used to be Le Maubert, now it’s just another place to suck Coq. Rumor°Osa calims that the coq is not even French, Kosher or dare EYE say, Halāl! Sources close to Vilma Fuentes en las Tres Puertas de La Maub relay that el gallo is none other than the infamous “GALLITO INGLÉS”, aunque usted no lo crea.