Ketching-up with Wallace… Say my name

Per your request, Ladies in Gemini ♊ Eye bring Ewe, the Q~vo, cabrones, told y’all that the Cue is knot 🪢 what Ewe thinks, D.A.T. IT!, is son… ask the Redd Fox, “Elizabeth, oh Elizabeth.”

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /quincy-jones-give-me-the-q

This is totally unrelated to Kier Simmons’ grief. Seriously. I’m Sirius and are you are knot 🪢.

How conVENNient, Évry body wants to be a Spearhead. Meanwhile at The Louvre, LADY BALANCE is on VACATION.

… And Justice For All (1979)

Say hello to my little friend

Al Pacino.

[Chorus]
Nothing can save you
Justice is lostjustice is raped, justice is gone

 

The Cloak Room

The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can’t believe the things you say
I can’t believe
I can’t believe the price you pay
Nothing can save you

https ://www .metallica .com /songs /song-34650 .html

Oh, hey, Nicolle… ha’bout that, remember when you used to scream at your teleprompter, “delete your account!”, Eye knows, Eye knows, your recommendation was directed at the then candidate Donald John Trump, but are you going to continue to deny that your Google monkees came to this blog to get you Amp’d up?

1984

Öüï knows, Öüï knows, allow me to explain, IT!, to Katie Benner. It all started with Joe Scarborough when he found a nude sketch of Mika smoking in “the boys room”, indeed. Fast ⏩ too, to to they, and the “dark web” consultant on the Peacock’s payroll who is describing the new MAGA mouvement outreach on the inner webs as a musical review of Gregorian Chants, or something like a church service led by David Icke and the abominable beer gut.

And pundit, if you are in on the JOKE, like the Dépôt bureau at the Cité Préfecture, then you might remember what I told the people close to me before the Ayotzinapa students incident… happened at the Gate de Lyon:

~. Some might say it looks 🚂 like a high-speed 🚬 low-drag 🕳️ train ‡‡‡‡ station .

If I write ✍️ my stuff before the Election I am going to give political opportunists a playbook on how to troll the opposition. 

So, no, Cerf-panthère (i know that you copypasta today’s horoscope while thinking of Mí) it’s not like that, and i am definitely not trying to keep my project a secret, the Administration of Manuel Valls did.

Αny hoot 🦉… if your name is Sergio Ávalos y usted es el líder del Frente Amplio de Izquierda mexicana en el mes de febrero del 2012 (en La cocina del Salón Juárez en La Casa de México en Cité Universitaire de Paris 75014) then you might recall when Pedro from ENSENADA and his lover Mauro, mocked me, Armando Segovia, for suggesting that among one my lines of questioning, WAS the cult-like fervor of the Mexican protests in France, against EVERY body that was not a Javier Sicilia or Andrés Manuel López OBRADOR supporter in EUROPE. Don Ávalos…

¡Bola de putos!

Here’s the rest of that chapter at the Desk of the bureau of Stephanie Menou’s [👮] supervisor BRUNO³ at the Préfecture de Cité 75001 and 04, but Évry body among the stars knows that is the Cité, is the Cradle of Paris, known as L°U°T°E°C°E°

³~. Officer Bruno would not tell me his name during our titre du séjour renewal interviews, but Dr. Johanne Poisson MD of the Geriatric school of nurses at Marie et Pierre Curie section of The IHEAL does, in fact there is a paper trail of that exchange (via e-mails) which were logged on the system on the day after the Ayotzinapa students and a little league soccer team was gunned down in Iguala, cradle of the Mexican Independence mouvement for Criollos y Criollas de l’ Ancien Régime de La Nueva España, —hoy Le Mexique.

 

 

Juanito Guanabacoa, tú y China, chinguen a su Madre!

That was then…
https ://www .france24 .com /en /20200726man-questioned-over-france-s-nantes-cathedral-fire-arrested-again

The follwing is a time-delayed continuation on Yesterday’s post, and before any EX-PAT at la Colonia Roma and/or La Condesa gets their LATTE in bunch, know that ALL Mexicans by pure heritage, knot race, are/somos y seremos HIJOS de La Chingada.

This is now:
https ://www .theguardian .com /world /2022 /jul /
29 /firefighter-chasing-adrenaline-hit-started-french-wildfires-say-prosecutors

[Y] de antemano, sorry if i misspelt your name … que chingue a su madre Russia en Porte des Lilas también; junto con RFPP.

­¡BohMba!!!


La historia de la entrevista entre el periodista más prestigioso de México y el capo narco más buscado.

https ://www .infobae .com /america /mexico /2018/09/01 /la-historia-de-la-entrevista-entre-el-periodista-mas-prestigioso-de-mexico-y-el-capo-narco-mas-buscado/


la voz del pueblo [Peru flag goes here]

… and Madame Hidalgo, the fact that “LA” francE, will issue a refugee card to Death Squad “intermédiaires” on accout of making LA FRANCE harmony be in tune with “diplomacy” just goes to show why FRENCH BASHING is a very clear and present danger.

But given that the current LEADER of Energy in MEXICO was COMPLICIT in making RAFAEL CARO QUINTERO the myth that he is now, it only goes to show why CHARLES de GAULLE is spinning in his 3rd Base position… pleybol—PUTOS, play ball.

God Bless Champagne.
and the GESTAPO legacy at CITé.

106.7 fm PARIS

BOLA DE PUTOS

AkorDaoZ d’eso 🇦🇷 … no tiene nombre, y saben qué? Es su culpa de vos, BOLUDOS… ¡Pinches perfumados!

In Local News:

El Cinco de Mayo

¡Haz PATRIA!!! Mata a un chilango… En Paris.

Hoy no hubo Deadline in WaWa Land

¡Viejas Feas! After the break, El UNIVERSAL breaks the Shark on the 4th Wall of Happy Theys at an AMALGAM that Öüï likes to call, the AP~Hôpital Européen Georges-Pompidou, casi esquina con los pollos hermanos at LA PEÑA en Saint Germain-des-Prés {and} le boulevard des Frères-Voisin, on Metro Line 12… ISSY, Dr. Poisson 🎏, El próximo waiter, le corresponde a usted 💃🏽.

Ok… Évry body, back in The Cave. Stéphanie Ruhle just moved to Paris, Évry body go home, Yankee, you with the habit, go home.

A Republic… Syphilis not included, unless we the sheeple go back to the Dark Ages… and if Mme. Hidalgo visited the Anne Franck park she would probably ‘see’ what Eye is talkin’ about. It rhymes with pissin’ in the Dark.

 

Y tu mamá también, set in Memphis

Continued from page 33 ∴

Ibid. c.2017. But with a different name: Olympiades

Mary and Paul’s relationship was over a long time ago. The sad thing was that they were both together because both of them were sick… [one had a troubled heart and the other had this consuming loneliness, or something like that].

Guillermo Arriaga
21 Grams
[paraphrased summary]

Please stand-by for context… or not, it doesn’t matter anymore. Long story short, the troubled heart got fixed with Money and the consuming loneliness was actually pretty fucking awesome, until the Father of The Bride section of the wedding scene. That part of the play was by-invitation only and that is where i heard the Last Song that i was expecting to hear on the skirts of the Alpes Maritimes overlooking Nice, y sí, it was TRACK 13 for the soundtrack of, “Y Tu Mamá También”, Mateo García; aunque usted—no lo crea.

Track 13 “The Wedding Song” 🧶 345FE29F-4DE1-4C72-B1CB-E50DED47988A 🎶 If you are a non-reader of this blog you might have missed the beat that i kept for a brief while in the form of my weekend mornings interludes with Perrine, Lindsey and Ashley (from Ashley’s World… or something like that) and i do declare that among the unsolicited affection dispersed in a whole bunch of arcs and twists, and weather reports on that section of the blog, them weekend intermezzos are among my favorites in this rag that i call a blog.

Sin embargo, muchachas, and to continue with the above written cutline ⤴️, tactical challenges and logistical disturbances have (as expected) obliterated my defenses, and so for that matter don’t–keep–on ignoring the fact that the triangulation behind the Technicolor block was not about you. 

The hypothenuse of them coordinates will always and forever be* about establishing a key character in my ten-year permanence in France. And it is nothing personal.

* or for as long as there is a Fifth French Republic.

It is not, i repeat, it is not about judging the character in the scene, as Alejandro Cuarón (or is it Alfonso González?) stated on chapter 7 of The Faber Book of Mexican Cinema. It is not, i re-type, it-is-not-personal. And, as Mr. Iñárritu stated in that particular section of the book, and i am paraphrasing here, ‘you have to read from whose point of the script the context is coming from‘, and in this particular case the context is coming from Bruno, the supervisor of Stephanie Menou at one of the dépôt sections of the Paris Prefecture, and that is because that public fonctionnaire received an e-mail from a former partner of this blog, a medical doctor who scolded (Bruno) the government employee for telling me, at the time when he removed my first 3-year residence permit card from my hand and then proceeded to tell me that “i had no rights in France.” There is more context to that incident, but you have to look it up since that particular page has turned.

And that, my sweet Saturday/Sunday morning car-tunes is the reason why BFM’er TV’s transmission hub is in the picture, because i used to live on the other end of the street named after that Rebel-rouser at The Paris Commune, but for some reason i can’t remember the compete name of Jeannine-Elaine-Garreau.

Right now, however, i have to do like las ruedas–que rápido ​ruedan, and catch Metro line 3 to Levallois; where this whole homeless experience began… ah, the memories, “it’s like starting over” again Madam Hidalgo, because four years ago today, American pundits were begging the French electorate not to elect Marine Le Pen, and lo and behold, isn’t that fear what Nancy (FR) was all about?

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