It’s only natural, and Governor Abbot (R-TX) Eye can assure your mentally crippled soul that by, or no-later-than the first official cigarette break in France, which usually happens at around Ohhhh, 21h in Hawaïï Standard Time, the cobblestones (pavés) are free of nucleic acid sequences and other assorted mec'(os).
Sur la voie publique, on ne jette pas masques, gants et mouchoirs !
Note to Lawrence O’Donnell @thelastword… THIS IS A TIME DELAYED ENTRY… iPhone is down-iPhone is down go to @segoarma for update
And still to come… Évry body is talking about BOXING now, c’mon KEN, —burn the fucking BandWagon! And, Reverend Al… is it true that ALI is, was, and will always be prettier than Paul?
WHO cares, that’s YESterday’s news all Öüï know is that Magnum was, is, and will forevermore be a fag (punto y coma) never mind The Mexican Suitcase and follow’me fuckos to where the streets no tienen madre. Sponsored by Achtung Sud.
It’s 1964 and if it’s Sunday the 13th, then Martin Luther is telling, IT!, —like it is— in Berlin. Trou STORY. It’s a story in part about Walls, the people who climb them, and the migras who shoot’EM.
Good morning, today is April the 5th of 2018… and, the start of the 50 year landmark OBSERVATIONS of the year of Civil Rights struggles is officially on. Next stop is May 68 in France—and from there—Tlatelolco y unas Olimpiadas.
Y… Canelo “Álvarez”, la siguiente nota es “como la cerveza en México”, preparada especialmente para usted.
… context in TEAL and also his legacy follows.
Estimado, Canelo “Álvarez”… bee, like Ali.
… but first, an in–house announcement:
Our editorial line-up is happy to announce that we [the staff] have a new copy editor on board. We asked and Fenster said yes. His exact words while marking time inside of a Nanterre (West of Paris) holding cell when we signed the contract were: yea’y man—w’hada fuck.
Fenster will be using a babbel dictionary to mend corrections from this most inconsequential blog, which by the güey, is nothing more than a thing called, a draft.
Uso justo de todos los presuntos implicados… and of “The Usual Suspects,” también.
“I overhaul and i’m coming from the Lower Level”.
Public Enemy, in the voice of
Good morning, today is the first April the 5th, since baby Jesus went through his passion period 2018 years ago. Today is also the first (if you consider the zero) of 50 years since Dr. Martin Luther King was taken down in Memphis, Tenesí…
The speech that made el WaPo mad… Captura de imagen es un uso justo de La Jornada, el texto sobre “el azul verde” es tomado del discurso del Dr. Martin Luther King en una iglesia (Riverside) en Nueva York, el texto (in teal) fue razón por la que Dr. Martin Luther King fue condenado y tachado por el NYT, —Cousin Joe— entre otros y otras (in the Establishment).
Anygüey, fellas, the Man [Martin, not the Super Star] was taking part in a Union Strike and the motherfucking‘man had–to–have him —taken out.
Enter, Muhammad Ali:
[Voz de el staff… armando segovia… porque aquí en este pinchurriento blog, apreciado Canelo, no andamos ni creemos en los anonimatos.]
And this, Canelo, i say to you as `the‘ National Hero that `you‘ represent for Carlos Slim… you can stay where you’at, or get out of your INSTITUTIONAL bubble and shut those fuckers that commission boxing belts (From La Cúpula del PRI) in the style of say, the wife of a Luis Echeveria “Álvarez”, a bitch that exploited the Huichol catalog for her ego and for Institutional Advantage.
Or, you could just be, well… you know, be like Muhammed Ali, and stick up for your people, even if they are a bit darker than your sun tanned baby’s behind… in French, “my friend”, sun tanned baby’s behind simply means Yo–red ass, motherfucker.
What’s my name?… Fair use of Public Enemy’s “I shut’em down”.
Just saying, puto—para que no te vayas a enojar… Viva México, cabrón.
Al César lo que es del César, y a la verga el MGM… Uso justo de todas Las Jornadas en Teal.
One [each] teal billboard for Canelo }—-~~~\*> Dear, RATP: Thank You for letting me crash and squat the threashold between the La rue de l’Arc–en–Ciel and the entrance to le Porte à Pont Neuf… “muy agradecido, muy agradecido, muy agradecido”… P.S.: i wanted to be, at least in a virtual way, the first to put a SIGN on that most beautiful crystal teal tile à Les Halles before that fucker JC Decaux ruins that very relaxing panorama to the parisian underground. Besos.