Let the De-construction begin

Be Kind To Them Dolls

 

La Charme… Öüï will put his name to the test… The 300.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip-du-lundi-03-novembre-2025

World Kindness Day is an international observance on 13 November, but the French being French, those motherfuckers have to celebrate it today, the 3rd of Noviembre.

What do you mean I ain’t KIND…?  just not your kind.

Dave Mustaine
PEACE SELLS BUT WHO’s BUYING?

Bad kind of Motherfucker

Pedophiles will get a rubber-stamp at Lumière en Bercy… it’s 1968 and Güi-Güï at fip . fr are is effervescent with populism disguised as righteousness. Like Newt Gingrich in 1994, the Mexican manifestations of 2011-2012 were the product of privileged scholars who despised the people that they were advocating about. And if you have the balls, ask me about it, don’t just kick me in the balls france.musique 

Happening now at the b.p.i. Lumière… Susana Poveda inspiré le china girl de Vietnam.

 

…and Güi-Güï, wouldn’t it be better if you dump that notion A.S.A.P. , i mean “American Studies” bringing back Vincennes?

Enter Vincennes Verga… illegitimate bastard brother of Michael, GENERALI de Niza en la Promenade des Anglais en La Côté d’Azur… Be Kind to each other.

I will buy the ballons, the Kleenex® and off-course the mushrooms for the scéance. And, Flore, you’ll get no “gentilese” from Mí, not until you release Kalten-Portenbach from that comet that you put her in.

The Punchline, delivered by La Campeona, Carla Bruni

No pun intended:

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /le-jazz-une-musique-de-lutte

but a fun way to remember what a RECIPROCAL is—is  by FLIPPING 🖕 IT 👇 OVER

La Pasión de Carla… y las tangas de Raphaël Morán en « Mediapart ».

—Did you say…?

—Whore.

¡…..Öüï now returns to the conclusion of Ausente en París y La Campeona por Alfonso Reyes …………….!

Marjolena Kalten-porten Ángola, —I Love You, I miss you, and tómate está TKT 🍻 con Mí-Go.

Smells like teen spirit.

… just the facts Mediapart, and nuttin’ but the motherfucking facts:

Armando Segovia came to France inspired by some dude named Tocqueville and hoping for a bit of reciprocal courtesy from the people who claim that they had invented la “llamada” Liberté, what Armando found [instead] was Emiliano Zapata dressed like a fag and his image manipulated by Pablo Gleason y la Préfecture de Police.

Zapata in Drag — PARIS FASHION WEEK 2025.

Cosecha de un árbol de pólvora {the 🎤 punchline} :

Overcoming the general astonishment, Monsieur Machin, ever analytical, asks:

But then, dolphin or mermaid, naiad, oceanid or demon… without skirts, would you like to tell us how, when, where you acquired such agility and grace in swimming, such athletic perfection, such extraordinary mastery of… of… of… of…

And the oceanid, candidly, cuts him off:

“C’est que… vous savez? Avant de venir ici je faisais le trottoir á Venise.

From Árbol de pólvora

En resúmenes, mujer… me sully-bellas.

For the record, Charlie Kirk is Dead and that’s a fact, naturally, Donald John Trump went golfing instead of assisting his memorial.

Caro y Amparo.

🎶 Son tus perjúmenes, mujer
los que me sulivellan

In Paris, France, radiofrance went on strike to protest against the MEXICANIZATION of france culture 🟣 and an advertorial affront on their programming that could turn fip into a 🚐 mobile 📡 advertising 🤑 enterprise that peddles mattresses on Bastille Day or [during] any of France’s 150 paid holidays, which coincidentally the government, those blue-suit wearing bureaucrat basterds, are actively trying to cut down to 148.

El Ocho, ese.

🎶 los que me sulivellan

Case-in-point, Öüï started this coverage with Órbita 106.7 FM in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, a few months ago. Out of the blue 🔵, the internet transmission (relay) of that stations’ programming suffered a budgetary cut forcing the director there to send all program capsules to the Mexican Institute of The Radio (IMER in Spanish) in Mexico City via a dictaphone device first (or so it seems) considering the crappy sound that comes out of the speakers on the other side of the transmission once MEXICO CITY sends the integral part of Julio Guereca’s mamadas on to the “interwebs” and as one might imagine, listening to either Soda Stereo or Metallica in mono is shameful, to say the least; whereas Horizonte 92.3 FM, an IMER sister station on that spectrum sounds crisp and in Stereo™️.

🎶 son Tus perjúmenes mujer

It’s the tyranny of federalism and the Central Monopoly of Bureaucrats over the provinces, estados, or commonwealths (if youse from Kentucky or Pennsylvania).

Surely, there has got to be one of them Chicago Style motherfucker who wrote this spiel in AP Style for the M.L.A. crowd … irregardless-es-ese, Öüï’s gonna use a “Pasito Duranguense” on the “Chuntaro Song”.

🎶 Tus labios pétalos en flor
Como te soripeyan

Deer, Nancy Zahmer… te invito unos tacos en Hong Kong

Hoy no hubo fip… All Eye Needs is One Mexican (rasuradita)

Previously en China, Nuevo León… Heresy in Hell : God Is Dead, Évry body’s got Something to hide except for me and my Monkee.

She’s Crafty… sings to the moonlight with a Zeppelin sample of the Holy’s

Issy-Eye wanna fuck you like Bambi’s mom

Cigarros a Hong Kong

The booking agents at Morning Joe have no fucking imagination, the minute that Eye descends to El Averno to search for Martin Scorsese in the role of a Cabalistic hermit Jew, the booking agents at Morning Joe go to Tijuana, that’s right Nancy Zahmer, to Tijuana to look for the last bus from NORDAKA to Hong Kong, hilarity ensues when cigarettes suffer one of those “beautiful tariffs” imposed by Donald Trump.

Entonces pues, Mika Brzezinski…siganme los buenos, pazzz’Ajeros!

Super Actríz — Jumbo

Dante? That nigga owes Mí five Bucks… dicen las huerkas.

Por Mi Raza Hablará “El Piporro”.

Extra! Extra!!! 📢 Hoy no hubo P.🦚.R.N.

If Your Mother Can Keep It… Ben Franklin was in fact, a fag.

P.🦚. S. A. you are going to like the way Mando [makes you] feels… in El Salvador.

Porn aside, ¡SEÑORA!!! Wanna know where the Vice-president’s mother in Them little United States got her cellular phone from?

Squiggly vertical lines are closer than they appear… sooooo, ketch-up! And don’t be late.

“if you want to get down, down on the ground”…

Don’t do it, after a few lines, the details.

Metro Balderas intersection with Chato, —Doh!!!

It’s your adVert, conso.

— A ver Marjo sópleme, 🌬️ usted trae aliento a Jazz 🎷.

Across The Atlantic, it’s official, The United States people are stupid, the bully nation came in FIRST, it was both a beautiful and, a perfect first place. EL Salvador came in a close second in the countries that MAKE UP América; in related stupidity, United Statesians voted for the most chaos and those motherfuckers are about to find out, who Pablo Torre is and just how much their ballot tantrum is going to… ahhh, fuck it… I’m going to sleep.

… sleep well spent, any 🦉 hoot, Rachel MADDOW, before you sign-out:

Your mother was A Cum Bucket outside of the Supermarket where you worked.

Your Mother Was A Whiskey-Tango Whore and that is how YALE UNIVERSITY admitted the VP’s Appalachian ass into the Skulls & Bones “kill Benjamin Franklin’s Dreams”.

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.

Previously on Hemp stationary* for Victory… le comenta-ba a Alberto en l’IMER

💡 RIP (14 October 1878* — 1 August 2023)

Le doux Michel, le poète, l’acteur. Il s’allonge volontiers sur un mur avec un livre, prenant la pose d’un Alexandre le Bienheureux. Il tourne dans un film, Versailles, que l’on projette à la Bagagerie. C’est un gourmand, il aime le cervelas, la saucisse du chasseur, spécialité belge que je lui rapporte parfois. Michel s’investit dans la marche de l’association, mais n’est pas toujours net sur lui. Ce jour-là, ils ont, Marie et lui, rendez-vous avec nos édiles. Pour l’occasion, Michel s’est un peu ajusté, mais sans exagération. Soudain, j’entends Marie, agacée : « Michel, tu ne peux pas venir comme ça, tu sens trop le pipi. » Je ris sous cape et le bon bougre, la tête baissée de lui promettre d’être plus propre les jours de représentation officielle. Michel a trouvé un toit chez les Petits Frères des Pauvres. Tout le découragement du monde s’est abattu sur moi, le jour où j’ai rencontré Sébastien dévasté, pleurant son ami Michel. Si Michel n’a pas su garder son logement, c’est à  désespérer de toute action. Je téléphone à Marie, Michel va bien. C’est un autre Michel qui est mort

Marie-Ange Schilt’z (ibid.)
page 183, 180 ¶3

*~. https ://patents .google .com /patent /US214636

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… and of–course, Marshall and the Vico Scholarship, present, “A his°tory of ideas 💡  scratch that one, you may use a candle or even fire but you may not use Edison-grade focos.

 

Let’s Dew The Mat 🤼… Willie Geist stars as president Petro’s son, the Staten Island native has the CUNT-lips to match the Petro…da’llards, that’s for sure.

In Russia, Hemp is outlawed, and Alexei Navalny is sentenced to 19 years in prison.

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Red bud

 

… and Ana Cabrera, you look awesome in RED.

And, Luc Frelon, fuck you and Donnie Deutsch!
It’s USA, not USE… yor Sum of a bitch.
Get your vowels in order, Eh!
Ah is B4 the mirrored 3.

And futher MORE, eh!
Ewe know that USA is Present.
And, IT!, Should go without metioning,
that USE is the past participle of the Youse!

Me says Oh.

🎺

I can see for Davis, UC, check it our Marie-Ange Schiltz, below this here cutline you will find that same HOT-LINK from the opening obituary for an incandescent translation on this particular page, now then, are you ready to C (pronounced like the letter See, or Sea) « Fabrice, dit Fabrizio? »

 

 

Sweet Michel, the poet, the actor. He likes to lie on a wall with a book, posing like Alexander the Blessed. He’s immersed* in a film, Versailles, at the time on the screen at La Bagagerie. He’s a gourmet, and loves hot-links*, the hunter’s sausage, a Belgian specialty that I sometimes bring him. Michel is committed to the running of the association, but isn’t always neat about himself. That day, he and Marie have an appointment with our concejales. For the occasion, Michel tidied up himself a little, but without exaggeration. Suddenly, I hear Marie, annoyed: “Michel, you can’t come like that, you smell like pee.” I laugh under my breath and the good fellow, with his head bowed, promises to be tidier on official business* days. Michel found a home with the Petits Frères des Pauvres. All the dismay in the world washed over me the day I met a devastated Sébastien, mourning his friend Michel. If Michel hasn’t been able to keep his quarters, I lose hope* of any action. I telephoned Marie, Michel is fine. It was another Michel who’s dead.

*~. Some might say that them sausages are Swiss, but that is another story, para los muy belgas.

page 180, ¶3

If only the Paris Tourism Board had the fucking Imagination. And, Cousin Joe, please relay to your beau-brother In Poland, that I literally could not make fiction from this pulp if I wanted to, I mean what are the odds:

Digresión para todos los putos, y putas también, de GaBo’ en el IMER.

Y, Alberto… ni modo de decir, o reportar que a GaBo no le gustaba el brisket, o barbacoa culera de Texas, según La Juventud Venezolana (Association 1801 en París, Francia).

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Schtrukturation ingredients — La mezcla:
– 3 costales de cemento
– 2 kilos de WATT?
– 2 rebanadas de Shit-rock
– 16 toneladas de Vittorino.

 

— The corrupt nature of a sitting president’s son.

1. https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2023/08/03 /mundo /l’hijo-de-gustavo-petro-dice-que-dinero-ilegal-entro-a-campana-presidencial/

— A Polish-based C.E.O. in the coordinates from where Mexican Coca comes from.

2. … Dun-Dun-Dun 📕

— … And of course, Mika is a fucking android! But you are no ghaD-DamneD “blade-runner”, Congressman, fo’Phuks sake Joe, you can’t even roll the Benjamin’s into a straw [pole].

For those who see the news elsewhere

For those who see the news elsewhere

3. … It’s all Chinese ⌨️ to Mí 💰

I hate to say it, but Eye Gknew this.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /club-jazzafip-du-jeudi-22-septembre-2022

Houston… You have a problem ⚾

I am going to take break now, see you 🙈 when I see you 🙉.

2013 – 2017… La desfachatez de los copetes d’esos BELMONT, false verse como “ANVERS” FRANCIA y COCAINE, ask Ozzy, Eric Clapton just bamboozled SHARON into “knot” believing in Jesus fucking Christ, for sakes cunt or some sort of Rosbif tradition learned from Molière en El Cervantino de, Duda Mel… Aunque Usted, —no lo crea.

Here’s Wizz Dom, fucker is from the Cetus barrio in the galaxy and Wizz Dom, a Phish, is guilty of pissing in the WaWa… Gordon Sullivan sent the Police, hilarity ensues when… Guy Cuevas confunde a Vagues con Vagos.

Spoiler Alert: now Öüï knows why Öüï is alone in the Universe.

Santo… ¡Yo soy tu padre!… dice Blue Demon, Jr.

Mercredi de Addams… It’s a COVER with musical guest “siñor BeeKeeNee!!!

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2022/10/19 /cultura /familia-de-carlos-colorado-gana-el-nombre-de-sonora-santanera-tras-20-anos/

Live, from La Catedral de La Lucha Libre en la Maub de Vilma Fuentes (madame Fuentes is juarense) it’s a Cover of El Santo contra las momias de La Préfectura de Cité, en Paname, it’s El Santo’s birthday, INNO! NO ESTAMOS HABLANDO de su padre, si no más bien del Hijo, que también es licenciado en communication… Bola De Putos!

Note to my current girlfriend Nathalie Piolé :
Listen, Babe, don’t wait for Mí, this Guy, fell in a Cueva and Eye is going to get that Güey out through La Barranca… del Cobre.

For context, no es lo mismo ni mucho menos es igual, pero por ‘AY va… Unfortunately for Nora Patricia Jara at “Antena Radio” in ChilangoLandia, this blog is not appropriate enough to get into a ROLLO about “cumbias” at the Préfecture de Cité and the conflict of interests en Dolores… de Madame Hidalgo.

Conexión Esta°ble°cida (sin EstablishMent)…
Got CEMEX?

With All Due Respect: Dolores en Paris… [Y] Lola, Lolita… Welcome to Juaritos, en MONTREUIL-S/Bois C.2011 AD. Freddy Cats is the Master of Ceremonies… ask THE CHOLOS at BOTZARIS and Juanito Guanavacoa for references.

My name is “El” BLUE DEMON, and EYE approves this message.

Good luck to the Republican Party… Make Hitler Great Again.

TimeDelayed message to YESTERDAY’S eavesdropper with my conversation with My Peruvian connection from the Vatican in Paris. Read this supplement from TODAY’S Le Figaro, nº 24 311 (jeudi 20 octobre 2022… France Métropolitaine “uniquement”

Le siècle des dictateurs

Fuck it, let it all burn.

Hoy no hubo Peniche… fuck fip, no Jane no deal!

Free Range Hotdog

 

Öüï want the Jane. — Öüï gotta have the Jane 👄, Öüï want the Jane. This capsule is approved by Cypress Hill and Fandango Records.

Any how, I Love You, Mary Jane. No Jane, no Mary, and lemme’ tell y’all, thEE Reverend Al Sharpton will knot! Will KNOT let Mí, LIE!!!  No Mary, no Baby Jesus ∴ know Christmas 🌲.

{and}

Is D.A.T. watt Ewe Reuilly really Reuilly wants, or is D.A.T just a Brazilian PicPuss y Kat?

Any HOW, Eye FO’ken Found Jan de La Ville Net’s TICKET STASH, behold, Coq Suckers:

🎫🎟️🎫🎟️🎫🎟️🎫🎭🎫🎟️🎫🎟️🎫🎟️

Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ badges…

Told y’all that Jan did not care, Jane could care less 💅🏻 Villenet don’t need no $tinkin’ tickets.

“This could be the beginning of a beautiful Vernissage »

Jour et Nuit…

Artificial Intelligence Free… Our Snapshots are free-range. In this frame: La Musa de Tizoc Infante.

We interrupt this farewell to bring you the latest on Ringo STARR’s missing chair. It turns out that George “it’s always the quiet one” Harrison sold the artifact to Robert Plant, Who in turn lost it on a wager at The Needles in VEGA’s.

Nice, we’ll always have Vega, I’m SiRIUS and you are not.

Any how, the effects were immediate but it was not as if SciencesPo incomunicado Donald Morrison y “su cosa loca” about the death of French culture, did not foretold this week in the French Presse, heck, the Sign–Off of Jan de La Ville Net from France Culture was coordinated, media wise, just as Rosecrans Baldwin had illustrated in his book about Parisian real estate agents, and how they love to test the matelas for “bounciness”.

Sisyphus may have cheated death, but not The Taxman. With them lines in mind, “let Mi, tell Ewe, how it will be”.

That’s Why goD made the Beach Boys 📻.

— There’s one of SIXTO’S frames for Le Monde nº 24143 , Samedi 20 AOUT 2022. Sixto is like Bob Dylan without the Old Gringo Desperado look {or} in Tamaulipas, he could pass for a Chilango postizo such as Amandititititita’s dad, El Sacerdote Rupestre… nada que ver with The American Priest in Paris.

Don’t Tread on Flo’… In Local news at proceso news network, the Irony is lost en El Montaje de la série El Caso Florence Cassez y LOS ZODIACO.

— Nineteen from Madison Ave., for Le Figaro , nº 24264: I Am 32 Flavors, and then some, ISSY! Ou-ou Ou-ou—OU, qué feo estás.

[Supporting video evidence of Sisyphus at the Jan de Ville Net farewell Bach Canal …

 

goes here.]

— Somewhere in the middle is the portrait of the PERFECT American, according to some chick named Jan Juego Verde (in pink), “Elvis Presley et le cinéma” on Ediciones ROUGE profond. 2021_Aix-en-Provincia, or Something like that.

To Sit and Let Rest