Cuentos Chinos… 1 de abril.

Clearly Foul Territory in Tu Son Arizona, and over at MONTREUIL-sur-KOKORO films, 🌋 it’s the “extended prescences-ese” de, « Cenizas y Nubes » flamencas 🇧🇪 de Lisboa 🇵🇹.

Entonces, hablabamos de MexiKikiMikas a Hong Kong, o algo así:

… does anybody remember Duncan BRIDGEman?

I mean the spirit of that Leprechaun must have been at Hall 1, where The Secret Garden invaded Mazatlán, or maybe it was a place in the Islands of The Mediterranean Sea, Las tunas (figs de barbarie) tienen su propía personalidad pero today todas las vulvas son iguales.

If you are just joining us, no hay mejor tributo para rendir humor a un daño colateral, and FO’that, Ladies in Gemini, Philly Hartman 🌴

Look it up!

La cosa es de que las tres repeticiones de los tres primeros capítulos de ocho, de Secret Garden, textualizaron de alguna manera esas varas con hojas que se dan en los desagües y drenajes pero que mismo mueren, según la cineasta, si las trasplantan a una maceta.

Igualito que un cardenche, pictured above in El Chinero, but not that anybody in their French mind… right mind would bring a cardenche indoors.

Anyhow, Öüï can now confirm that the ‘Daft Tacos’ musical score for the UABC⁹ Communication Department’s promotional of “El Chinero : a phantom hill”, had nothing to do with the producers of Bani Khoshnoudi’s approach to Mexico’s state of affairs:

¡Aquí no ha pasado nada, mi General!
Starring, Natalia Almada y Barbara Carol d’Obeso, featuring, La Maldita Vecindad y los hijos de Molière.

Ladies in Gemini : DAFT Tacos de Ensenada, featuring, Cathy Bizern y Los Tucanes de Tijuana

Breaking Time Zones… in Hilo, Hawaii, la trêve hivernale is about to expire, after midnight (of all time zones) and in Paris, France, it’s Poisson d’avril knews and news that the 99% can relate to, Emily Munera… like an old tale about the Marseilles-es in Mexico, as contemporary as Pinocchio con Guignol, all strings wrapped au tour de tous nuts!

Over at Radius Franche Musique, GRAbrielle de La Plaza Olvera-Guyon hanged Juan-Bautista Urbanus with a set of The Rolling Strings… Eye is furious, FAST! Eye wants SATºISºFACTºIons Now! Saturnino. And while youse at it, give Mí Shelter, you sexy motherfuckers.

and you are not

¿Quieren más o les guiso un huevo?

You know what’s funny, Señora Bizern, it’s that Cinéma du réelBande annonce du festival on YouTube… would you like to know why? Climb up to the third floor and cross yo’ass into the Tympan jukebox, where you can listen to 2000 versions of Dylan’s “Romance in Durango” but you cannot, EYE repeats, — Ewe cannot watch that neat little Bande Annonce of the Bpi’s OWN film docuMENTaire fest.

It’s one thing to call yourself the public information of whatever, it is quite another to ban Milo the mythbuster guy on the monitored monitors just because mister Xavier Ray is intimidated by Orlando’s doppelganger mane on Ewetu. I swear, looking at all these people just makes me wanna puke on a Mimosa 🍾…

Mateo García of Desierto (2015³) knows this: I can see for Miles, and for Chet, and even for Carlos Colorado 🎺.


Or not, maybe I will head down on one of them kick-ass glass elevators to la “Grand Salle”. I only ask of Mr. Xavier Ray to keep his dogs at bay.

In case We needs to be reminded that in Paris, France, hay escuelas de Perros, see Marco Antonio in the reference file of, “Y tú mamá en Montreuil”.