Öüï now returns to the liberation of Marjolena Kalten-porten microphone and the farewell to Güï Güï l’Impératrice.
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Objects in mirror are closer than Sicily.
But first, a little recent history… not long ago on the East-side of the Marie Bridge between the Cité d’Arts and l’îlle de Saint-Louis there stood a child-size sculpture of a full-grown devil. Old Nick was dressed in formal attire, frock and all minus the top hat (perhaps to put emphasis en los cuernos d’ese chamuco). The figure stood in one of the three niches, the middle one and Lucifer faced West, and if you’ve ever been experienced ∴ then you know that when a boat passes underneath The Pont Marie, and a couple kisses they are in fact engaging in an old Masonic ritual. It’s a passage ritual, really, before you get to the Occident as you sail (in this case) from the Orient you must kiss the devil’s ass before you see the Best, which of course is The West.
Secrets in Plain Sight
Negotiations for Marjo’s release fell when the malevolent Denis Soula, a two-bit kaporal looking to impress the minister of war ignored the orders to stand down as the ¿A Poco Sí? Gallactic ship approached the mini moon.
The no-turning back zone
Kaporal’s Soula skirmish almost ruined the terms of the prisoners exchange, which of course sent the distinguished gunner of the ¿A Poco Sí?, Sensei del Toro into an unusual rage but for good reason, Sensei del Toro spent the previous 24 hours trying to secure the Tower of London, but the Sheriff in Arizona would not open a channel of communication what-with the Government Shutting down in the entire U.S.A. it became imposible to secure a prison to hold Luc Frelong. Güï Güi l’impératrice insisted that the liberating party provided the jail in which Luc would be held until The Seattle Mariners made it to the World ⚾ Series or the year when the mini-moon was scheduled to leave Earth’s orbit (which ever happened first).
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Corporal Marley volunteered to shot the sheriff, but The rasta-fucker would not shoot the deputy, and so Sensei del Toro improvised a daring move and headed over to Indio, California… Sensei del Toro had some friends there who hit the peyote like crackheads hit Rock Cocaine in Compton.
It’s a human number… Iron Maiden, pero sí, more understanding than a cunt… right back at you l’impératrice 💋.
Naturally, Sensei del Toro had to slow time to an almost stand-still if he wanted to hit the mescaline, secure a prison for Luc and make it in time to meet the end of the bargain with the Evil Güï Güï…
Meanwhile, as that shit developed in Indio, California, the Brave Sirius had to deal with Kaporal Soula’s protagonismo in space.
Short-story long, Alcatraz was out of the question, Donald Trump was adamant on re-opening that joint to house niggers and wetbacks, and other assorted undesirables in The U.S.A., but lucky for Sensei del Toro there was an old California Pinto League parolee sipping on Gin-and-Mezcaline who suggested TRACEY, which coincidentally was free for auction following Governor Newsome re-districting scheme to respond to the Texas organized re-districting grab-ass.
Prison for sale… must take all of the pintos that are housed and serving time within. The price is a real steal : $1000 U.S. or a dozen oysters from Scots in London.
The brochure looked promising and so to Tracey it was that Sensei del Toro and his band of Ragamuffin Buffalo Soldiers went.
