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Nice! The two-timing is impecable — This is a song about your fucking mother

Ewe 🇮🇱 know Öüï tried to reach you, at El Nopal con Alejandro de Monterrey, but Ewe were much to high on your Alejandro Poiré bowtie at SciencesPo

 

Police and niggers, that’s right… I think that Springtime for Hitler is late this year, and some fucking Frog is watching Mí 🧑‍🏭 and on tonight’s telenovela you motherfuckers are going to experience the Rhules, from 34 in L.A. to Godwin’s rue at Jean Lointier XIII ème ciclo.

Jackie Chan is a fag but Öüï don’t care about that, it’s his pot-bullying stance that gets U.S… over and over again. LEGALIZE POT, Jackie. And hug your kid like you put that shoulder back in on the set of The Ca Rya Tide kid.

Nice Track Location, pero mi receta está más, mucho más verga que la tuya, SciencesPo.

It’s life of the Rich and Filthy, sponsored by Michael Verga in/at  the Festival de Cinq Continentes con Gilberto Bosques en Marseille.

The more The Boss change the more the Eighties stay the SAME… that’s why the Down Boys go.

Something Eye could not find anywhere else, especially in L.A…. The Eagles of Death Metal can lick my ass.

I don’t need to be a Superman as long as you 🥷 are my biggest fan 🪭… now Wax on 🫵 Wax off 🥋

🎶 Woah Can we rewind to where we’ve been
Ooh I wish you’d take a look and see the shape I’m in

And Eye knows who put the bodies in the Wishing Well, Francisco… but now is not your time. Not yet anyway.

Right now it’s, “Por some sugar on Mí, y panochas cómo tú“.

 

… [P]reviamente, en « Los Clochardos” de doña Vilma

The Roots.

La miopía de La Jornada en La Maub

La miopía de La Jornada en La Maub.:.621497C7-CBD9-4CC2-84D2-A6C6B29326D5… Así las notas, punto y aparte

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But FOist:
Cousin Joe, “Don’t pass Mí buy“.

Out of bounds. Period, amen

“Out of bounds.” Period, amen.

… in local news, Paris Photo went FULL-PURPLE this year; “what are the ODDS‽” Dijo, Randy Marsh, a Parisian, who works for J.P. Morgan, and Cartman went: You Will Respect My Authoritha!

El fondo (Gare de Lyon)

Peter Hujar, LLC

Peter Hujar, LLC (1956)… currently on display at Paris Photos en la Estación del Lión, en París.

It was the late 70’s and Liane Cartman, a Loveland, Colorado, high school drop–out hitched her way to the East Coast and jumped on a boat to Saint Malo. Liane, a nymphomaniac with an unlimited supply to “the pill”, had no problem getting a ride out of a city fixated on turning every public square into a pedestal for bronze statues celebrating the artistic impulses of “artistic good–vibes”, but never with any historical reference.

File PHOTO courtesy of South Park studios

File PHOTO courtesy of South Park studios… à Disneyland–Marvel–Sony studios en Chessy–sur–Marne.

Initially, Liane thought that it would be a good idea to move “close–quarters”, to a hippie heaven and drop–out hang-out like the neighboring Boulder, but a floozie jazz groupie who went by the name of Stacey Kent would have none of that.