Tag Archives: Diego Luna — El Beso de La Mujer Araña

Avenir Déconstruction — don’t believe the Cunt

Gospel Groove — Shuggie Otis 🎸… any 🦉 hoot, Mike Barnacle, you son of a bitch! Best seats in the house.

So cool, your culito… but nevermind Pablo Torre, Öüï’s talking rock royalty here, and for context, it’s like Cousin Joe reminisce in the Eat-yer-Crow segment about driving over a hill, or taking a turn and a song about some Tequila 🐂💃🏼 Sunrise comes over the radio… I know the feeling, not only in California but also in Catalonia when Serrat sounded over the airwaves followed by La Pantoja and some Juan Gabriel song in Spain… Así fue.

… and Zeppelin, goes here.

Nobody’s Fault but mine.

A crown of righteousness for working overtime.

Hate Speech is free speech, in Argentina… and if you are BRONTIS at The Prefecture de Paris, i told your stupid ass all those years ago that the future of journalism was about a TROLL, Ewe fils de pute!!! Say hello to your sexy boss, and if you are Johanne Poisson you know what I am writing about.

Raul Julia was the best Addams… Diego Luna was the best Morning Joe guest… George Clooney stars as the cunt in The Mill.

Come away with me… El canto de la sirena Jones ; Don’t-don’t believe the cunt, Don Quijote… she’s just a fucking Moulineaux, Issy-it’s-Trou 🕳️.

That’s “A.D.” if you know the Gospel

… and Susana Poveda 🧜🏼‍♀️ You Don’t Know Diddley

Bo knows Mí, Bo knows my story, Bu 🦉 knows Jacques because Bu 🦉 is el Nahual de Los muertos and October es l’ante Sala de Styx, which is where Eye works.

Domo arigato, piche Rob-ah—t’oh… one day Eye went for “Cigarros a Hong Kong” and in that trip 🍄‍🟫 Eye dropped Acid with Taiwan MC… just call Mí Daddy 🥢.

Just another time-delayed victim of the Saudis 🇸🇦 via Osama Bin Trade Center

For the record, at 17h03 in CET fip is playing payola over the waves, this is to say that them bitches should know better! WTF if youse gonna play sultry R-n-B play Chaka, can Ewe? Where there is love there is Donna Summer, babe.

That part in red, it feels so real because that’s what your morena exiles in France did. Anarchist! Anarchist you are not, you use FRANCO’s tactics to remain relevant Paco IGNACIO TAIBO II.

En La Francia hoy es día de Saint-Armand… but that has nothing to do with Armando, because armando es verbo 🇬🇹 no sustantivo. Armando es gerundio : verbo en accion, no palabra nepotista seca de salón o aula. Praxis bitches not prayers.

No Habrá Final Feliz, porque Paco es puto 🚬 and a flakey anarchist. Arm-chair warrior like the cos’ play soldiers of the Canopée.

Paco Ignacio TAIBO es un franquiste disfrazado de comunista en Jallo-Ween… gachupín de mierda 🚬 treinta monedas.

Pablo habría de llamarse el héroe de la historieta de TAIBO 2 :

For the record Biz Markie might know Jet Li, but Bo is a Samurai with ninjas at his command. Chinese food’s—good but 4-chikin’wings with egg rolls can’t beat an Avocado 🍣 Roll 🍱 made from a Siren’s tail, 🍶 Sake³ Saki.

³~. Pronounced : SAQUE, hijos de la chingada.

Any Güey, South Central clochard at Saint-Merri, “if you have to ask” you will never know ; cus’ Eye is a voodoo child. For the record, i know nothing but Eye can stand next to a Donald Trump mountain and chop-it-off with the edge of my hand, if i wanted to, I (Armando Segovia) is only waiting for a reason to do so. But yeah, Clochard de Saint-Merri, I know where it’s at. I know that Öüï is blacker than you.

… and so they begin to arrive, the American refugees in France, Issy-trust-Mí, Öüï knows what I is talking about, Surfer Calavera, con agüjetas de cuero de sapo y la bandera de Argentina (Che 🇦🇷 Guevara) in your ‘cos play’ uniform in France.