Dear, WordPress “Happines Geniuses,” if you are not reading, I have a problem with my publishing ship. My BROWSER continues to be JAMMED on all (except this undisclosed location at the Villejuif Underground sublet squat) browsers. Öüï suspects foul play from the Paris Tourism Board and the Melle. Pitch Awards.
Anyhow our apologies to Mr. Alejandro Jodorowski because RIGHT ABOUT NOW, little ol’Eye was supposed to be in the middle of the KNIFE IN THE BACK episode of a DUNE ride³ (1973 – 1977) denied*.
Australia is the concurrence – Aussi… and before i forget que se nos olvida: Viva México, cabrones.
Instead, i am left to CATCH up and review the Frida-Hayek diet-shroom churro called “BLISS” in where ISABEL or, rather, the “ugly world” version of a mad scientist that leaves hisher “SOUL MATE” out-and-out in Beverly Ville (75020). It’s based on a TROU story.
After the break and, whenever the Paris Tourism Board allows the expat part of the U.S. in Paname, our Mexican ass is going to bring you the DARK side of Ringo STARR:
We All Live In a Biden Submarine, and Eye quotes:
A Biden Submarine
Please don’t shoot the Messenger, remember now, Austraila is the Enemy. Ask yourself, Madame Hidalgo:
Do you think that it is a coincidence that The Motor Bike of that fellow Johnny Holliday went up on the same day that the UK Subs demanded a “Contract” from « La Compañia ? »… C’mon—MANNNNN!!!Didn’t you watch the BON SCOTT interview? Scott lays it all out on the French and Eye quotes, “their rock and roll,” and he is not too kind with that other fellow from the Knights In Satan Service, from New York City… bunch of clowns who really hail from the Motor City.
Deer, Mika: your daddy says to remember the old adage:
That which is below is as that which is above, and that which is above is as that which is below…
with this on the rearview mirror, that just makes you “the current (i) one,” in the power formula. Por ejemplo, Willie Geist, i am going to put you in Yogi Berra’s playing position (fat lady optional) and i am going to play the role of Camilo Cienfuegos on the mound, and never mind the signals. So with that in mind, let’s crossover The Hill(s) and the Atlantic to the first time that “God Damn” was used in comparative analysis.
So, yeah—dig this: en Español del bueno, ese mismo que se habla en México, un « tampón » es eso, a RED collector. En anglais, c’est la même CHOZA, raza = un Tampax ®️ para todas aquellas que no usan montura durante esos malditos días del mes; en francés*, Mare, un tampon es muchas cosas más, y sin ir muy lejos un tampon higiénico se puede usar para COTEJAR documentos ‘en rojo’ en La Préfectura de Cité (Paris, Centre). HOW? You may never care or wonder, but Eye is going to tell you why on the next set of pitches—bitches.
And in Washington, in Washington ya no pasa nada, and i am going to leave it at that since today is Little Wednesday’s Addams turn, and Tuesday’s Gone.
This gives us time to answer one Happy caller n° three from the 13éme in Paris, poor guy, his girlfriend just got ran over by a parked snowmobile, or something like that, poor Happy, he really-really loved that Chinese woman, but Happy found love at a hypnotist show at Le Cirque Electric in the same arrondissement. Good for that hypnotist, Happy, whomever she might be.
… and then she was hit by a lightning bolt ⚡️ Lucky for Happy, Vice-President Harris knew that Chinese woman.
Eye knows, Eye knows that there is a 7-day difference between the 22nd and the 29th, but if you go by them numbers there, then you my dear Marianne [or the judge that the System appoints] must note Aussi, that today’s equinox is not in-synch with the the normal Autumn equinox, which normally falls on the 21st.
D.A.T. D.A.R.E. is a whole THEY DIFFERENCE, and off–course, as every SIRENE in ACT number 53 knows, a Seven–Day–Difference in the eyes of “Lucy” ain’t nothing but a god-damned Day, so pay no attention to All That —other— Jazz.
Consuelo Velázquez – en FrancEspanGlish .:. C146E5C0-96AD-46DB-8035-B7C5816DED64
For the record, the hearing started at 09h40’ish in CET. A decision, I was told, would be delivered in 15 days (we assume working days) via La Poste. Now, about los “por menores” of that particular audience, in and of itself, will have to be put in the back burner until that dang-on veredicto arrives to La rue des Bourdonnais… in Tennessee, off-course, because all my excess lives in Paris—Texas.
One thing is fo’Sure, Moses Boyd, as a stranger in this land and, —¡por si faltara más¡ Alishia Joy— taking it all in from the “little kids” table where little ol’Eye was assigned to seat since arriving to France in 2011 we can relay to y’all that French law is perfectly inverse to what that Michelin fellow writes about on his little fucking guide…
Öüï is not saying that them two French stereotypes (it’s the correct modulator to use here) food and the law are bad, believe u.s… when a guy (or femina) can tell you which kind of foods are good for the taking from a superstore trash can, you can be for certain that Anthony “fucking” Bourdain or, D.A.R.E. Eye say, that Bocuse fellow from the other Tire Selling magazine, The Metzinger List, wished —on their best menus— that they had the ‘sazón’ que Rato–Tú–et-Jill les ofreció aquí:
Goooooood MORNING, Brian Williams!
[Hilo, Hawaii intercontinental Almost Live divide update for 23/09/2020 in CET goes here ⤵️]
… [A]nd get this, Aussi .:. ECCAAF99-B7FE-4323-B6C8-341CD267E835 🚂 il Duce, also made the trains run on time, justamente así mismo, como lo hizo el gran Duce oaxaqueño, el general Porfirio Díaz, prócer a quien le celebramos su mas reciente cumpleaños este pasado 15 del mes mas patrio en La Casa Blanca (1600 Pennsylvania Avenue) but seriously, getting back to “il Duce”, sí saben todos ustedes el porqué…. [pausa postergada] … los colores de la bandera italiana… [pausa macuspana] … lleva también los colores de la bandera de México, Aussi‽
We begin the transmission before our long-awaited hearing,at the aforementioned tribunal, with Sean Penn, in•deed and this is why:
if you have knot been keeping count, like all of the non-readers of this most non–consequential blog, the following might not make sense to you, but seriously, “who gave this son of a bitch a titre de séjour‽”
i, armando segovia/armando serrano prieto, can assure y’all, that if you could read the looks of many French clerks at the Paris Préfecture —o mismo— don Alejandro González Iñárritu, leer los rostros del heroico personal del Servicio Exterior Mexicano y su comparsa (de la Embajada de México en París, no la suya) en el Instituto de Estudios Superiores sobre América latina, you could most certainly decipher the persona-non-grata enfado in their eyes.
Anygüey, it’s about a Quarter to midnight in New York, New York, and Jason Johnson just got cocky with The BriWi… again, if you are knot Rooted* in the dinámica of this blog you could most certainly bee forgiven.
And in California, Governor Newsom is doing more for Mexican immigrants than the government that they help support in Chapultepec.
_+ Off course, Alicia Menendez… what Cousin Joe and Christopher Dickey, and Los (tres) Amigos de México en Francia* could probably relay to Joshua Johnson is that when you protest at Embassies without an Entourage, the first thing that happens is that you get BlackFaced. And being “blackfaced” is of course, another way to BlackList a person from reporting what–a–fuck has been going on (punto y coma) in the past two General Elections in the lower part of the former NAFTA sector, and what Eye MEANS TO motherfucking SAY, Reverend Al, is D.A.T. if you, —Sir, being an honorary LatinXer— have been keeping up with the parallels of the Mexican president (down under The Rio Grande) with his boss, the POTUS 45 of them united states (above el Rio Bravo)?
TimeStamp: 18h20 with a 16 Beat in Central Siren Time
“… Eventualmente Salvador Dali, quien también visitó México, respaldaría a Breton, advirtiendo que jamás regresaría a este, un país más surreal que sus pinturas.” Según masdemx (punto) com, en: El día que André Breton declaró a México el país más surrealista del mundo… or YOUR MONEY BACK!!!
∴ and of course, context follows, Morena de mis…
Breaking the NEWS:
She’s back. Our favorite Ho is back…
Our favorite bitter seed–digging FOX News “Hoe” is back.
She’ got a new end of episode send-off:
This hoe doesn’t need a laugh track or ‘aplausos’ everytime that she speaks truth to power… amen for that, but Sarah, if Ewe don’t return my “abuelita’s” bedroom back to our childhood memories, we [the staff] are going to have to throw “the chancla” your way, eh… You can go ahead and keep “el nopal” because you are La Única Tuna that we [the staff] want.
“Get in the ZONE”… or something like that! Come on to me. If you come on to me, will I come on to you?
Heck; i reckon we could get Jimmy Fallon to shimmy around for us at homeplate…
The following must be read in a Clint Eastwood voice dolin’ out protocols and instructions to a guy called Sully, —playing the role of Tom Hanks:
No Country for a Sully… anygüey, Capitán … you know who is ALWAYS HIRING people with big decisive fucking cojones like yours? El Narco, that’s Who: MÉXICO, MAGIA Y ENCUENTRO!
“You feel lucky, punk?”
[perhaps You feel special]
Fuck You because you work in Mejico.
What? Did you expect a Medal?
Call the French. They give those suckers away.
In Health & Human Services news: peanut butter and jelly Bimbo® sandwiches might be making a comeback. Sources close to Cousin Joe confirm that back in the day, “a tiny dose of the nut” could have been a good slogan for Jimmy Carter.
En la sala de prensa de la Casa Blanca el desplazamiento unilateral* de los medios ya es más que evidente, por ejemplo, lo que en FOX news sale sobrando ahora encuentra guarida en los horarios del ‘msnbc’ … ahora por fin, el staff podrá hacer un intento para la deconstrucción de doña Greta; that is, “Si nos dejan“.