Encuentros Cinematográficos Viva Mexico
No Congés were hurt in the spanking of these congas… en un minuto de Jazz: no insistas Nancy Somber, Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ Instant Grams!!! I have Crack ⚽ in my blood.
Octubre 2011
Hecho en México
by Duncan Bridgman
produced by
Bernardo Gómez
Deer Isaac, by the power vested in Mí by the motherfucking Producers, and Mephistopheles… Eye hereby remind all Goodfellas and House Painters that:
In The Hand of Bart — Jazz’jueves vieja…
Mel Brooks is God and Martin Scorsese is off-course a Jumping Jack Fag.
Sin celery,
D’ante y D’espues
But first, Amarillo By Morning… up from San Ant’on.
Fidel Castro was God… at The Melania Trump Center
Mojito
Kiss 💋 🎸
In D.C. insertions, Pablo Torre inserted his buddy. It’s Ivy League and connections, or just plain ol’nepotism, and this! This is why Donald Trump is master of ceremonies at the Kennedy Center’s last dance with Democracy in America, it’s in French so fuck if even Eye can understand that shit.
And no mister Blumenthal, no. Wake up from Morning Joe. It’s no mystery look into my i’s. My i’s are dotted, how about your tee’s?
Verbatim: Molotov they thought that they were the underground, of that I don’t have the slightest doubt. What happened is that the underground is on the surface. Carlos Monsiváis, January 1998.
ALASKA is/was Russian… Silvester Stallone stars as a Connect-Eye—Cut write-in candidate.
