G.L.O.R.I.A. — Gee°El°Oh°ARE°Eye°Ey

Tú steppin’ Stone, and Susana Pubeda stars as The Girl With Far Away Eyes, with A Message To Turner.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr 🇬🇧 /fip /podcasts /certains-l-aiment-fip

Puta madre. I know that name, “Arroyo”, I reckon his great-great grand daddy was a General “arriando” and sweeping las faldas de la Sierra Madre entre Chihuahua y Delicias. En fin, after the break Öüï is going to need a fucking madrina for mister Romero Deschamps, performance machines.

Good thing that n Hilo, Hawaii, it’s Primetime and in Paris, 🎶 Ya están pisando nuestros pies… but first, let’s cut some rug, and Eye will bring to the dance the throw pillows, don’t be late.

Ah-yes… the French.

 

Oklahoma Serpent, or rather just another Maine reptile starring Fenster the copy editor as Benicio del Toro.

Magic Carpet Madrina Ride, context on the other side of the hourglass⏳between Hilo, Hawaii, and La Église de Saint-Merri at Paris Centre.

 

In local news, the unusual suspect Roger Pérez paid a visit to the place where Évry body knows your name, it was not a surprise because the artist, as Roger Pérez is affectionately known on this most non-consequential blog had threatened to pay a visit last week, but some-whatever-reason got in his way and could not make the great, but today he did, briefly, anyhow. I even shared a calavera with him at the Church of Saint-Merri and we both took pictures³ of The SYM°bolic presence of Carlos Romero Deschamps corrupt soul, which Is transactionally having his wake next the giftshop there.

³~. Of course, Roger had the bigger lens. Heck his lens is so huge… wait, this needs all CAPS to give justice to such a H.U.G.E. lense… here we go now, Roger Pérez mechanical lens is so huge, that he probably thinks that his lens is the FATHER JAMES Webb Telescope 🔭.

09h15 — Radio 📻 Magallanes September 11, 1973

Víctoria… la más puta de Babilonia.

A nuncio de la nonne: AHORA PÍNTAME UNO de TUS PRESIDENTES.

Grand Re-Opening: The New Sarah Bernhardt Teatro del Pueblo.

PARA LA MEMORIA 
If you wonder why the commemoration of Salvador Allende’s murder in FRANCE, by a faction of Chileans in France are scheduled to take place at a place called “THE AMMUNITON FACTORY” or “THE AMMUNITON DEPOT, look no further than RAY CHARLES performance on the 20th of October at the PALAIS des SPORT, three days after the PARIS MASSACRE OF 1961.

https ://www .youtube .com /watch?v=jUxiTdRTPMg
(Why the French Police are so Brutal)

In my short experience in FRANCE, I propose that it is because of the short-span memory of sycophantic bureaucrats and the EUPHEMISMS that these “public servants” rely on in order to make the IGNOMINIOUS into a QUASI-LEGAL scheme that provides closure for the FRENCH… but not the victims.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Chileans_in_France

That’s Gold, Jerry! Gold.

 

París, Francia (AS3) 2023 __ Once it became clear that Pinochet’s navy had seized control of Valparaiso at 0600 hours, President Salvador Allende entered The MONEDA Palace at 07h30, Henry Kissinger, at the time, the U.S. Secretary of State, was entrenched with a CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST at The Situation Room where he was monitoring³ the Army’s 🪖 eventual surrounding at 🕘 of Mr. Allende’s last stand; at 09h15 President Allende transmitted his “farewell address” to The Free World 🌎🌍🌏.

 


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In local news, the City of Paris is show casing “los logros” from that dreadfully profitable™️ fire at Notre Dame de ParISIS by having a bunch of zombie-like performers (all benevolently volunteers) interpret how The Living Dead groove 🌡️ en La Canicule (32,° in the shade 🌞). The event, centers around the four Sphinx-es-es that adorn Victoria’s column en La Plaza de Los Dos Teatros del Pueblo.


*~. Last night’s homemade garden salad was courtesy of a marauding group of Casablanca fellows who make it A sport to distribute care–packages to the homeless like me.

https ://www .wordreference. com /enar /thank%20you%20kindly

🎶 I wish Eye Knew how it Feels to be Fr… with Susana Poveda 🇪🇸

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Insofar with our exclusive interview with Roger Pérez, el artista has revealed the concept behind Cian Eyes, and how Mr. Pérez got to France, however; one thing that Mr. Pérez has not made clear _-*!*-_ BACBD6BE-95A1-4673-85DF-D23F920D6884 🎵 ¿Quién pondrá fin a mi diario—al caer, la última hoja en mi* Calenda•rio. JMS… (Si la muerte pisa mi huerto).

* El destino quiso que fuera yo, Sr. Bartolome sin las casas, siendo que los lunes es mi permanencia y por eso, los martes amanece el lugar con música en la entrada.

🎵Well i‘ve never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music

Three doG Knight

And, Mr. Bartolome, once you cross that UMBRAL you don’t Have to Worry about “the curse” of Babylon. Why just listen to The American Priest in Paris, because if Mr. Pérez was not hyperbolizing on the Soundtrack for last Thursday’s portrait session at Saint Estauche, then HIGHWAY TO HELL, yes, the same Highway to Hell that brought you Hells Bells, was blaring from the ENTRAÑAS of the Lord of Vandières and Cernay’s final resting place.

Sin Embargo, if you are not a regular none reader of this blog then YOU PROBABLY MISSED our exclusive coverage of, An American sermon on Ascension Day, at the end of May, then YES!, EWE would be forgiven because you would have no way of knowing that it was our very friend without the “D” (aka) an American Priest in Paris who invited Bon Scott and the Young’s to do a set at the Church of Commerce à Les Halles. JUST THE FACTS, and yes AFP—you may source that with the Church’s log.

For the record, —if you are in on the joke— there is a reason on my log for this obituary, which i reckon is going to rub some people in the wrong way. Without Mr. Bartolome’s “input” on a February morning, there would not be a trail of paperwork from Emmäus–to–Medicines San Frontiers–to–Amnesty International (Paris).

Ladies in Gemini, meet my Old Horse, Rocinante sans plomb.

Full Circle. Destino Manifiesto al revés… a developing lunar cycle. |Foto por Armando Segovia. “This is not a free cultural license”; al contrario. Existe una atribución 4.0 de CreativeCommons: CC/By/NC/SA. || copy-left.

Today, Rocinante Sans Plomo is a hearse, and Öüï is carrying a very special edition load to Hell, Welcome Pablo. Relax… i know this little bar in Austin that i know que te va a gustar.

De cualquier manera don Pablo Bartolome, you where parked on my number (33) which ( punctuation aside) is directly at 180° from The Guardian at the door that never opens, nº 15, —off course.