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Page 2 – Don’t ride the White Horse

“What’s on Tuesday?” Asked, Chuck D.
on the former Rachel Maddow radio show.

Meanwhile at Planet Ashley… it’s all the pretty ponies. Anyhow, Mme. Chevallier, how’bout them diabolique bobos, eh? And i never thought that i would see the Flaming Lips on a penis masturbating on a bubble so early in the morning, but hey, if it’s a story about incest Oklahoma is KNOT far behind…

and please, you Republican honcho mule rider—don’t tell me that i didn’t tell foreshadow you (OMBREh) about a ring around the Sun; i just didn’t tell you which star: check it out, you conservative excuse to do the Humpty Dance on the msnbc’s, let Ashley show you how the new Humpty Dump is done; numero uno, you grab a piece of paper and write, “I have to Pi”, numero dos, you get the fucken’ idea.

HOW–Eva’, you failed muppet on The Daily Show (look it up BFM’ers… it’s trou!) let my man Ay-Ay-Ayman Mohyeldin show you how to properly piss in an Olympic Pool, or something like that… it’s kind of like pissing in a bottle, but a lot more fun, just look at that fucker smile.

There it is…

Anyhoot, fuckers—that’s CABRONEx, for the LATIN xers— did you happen to CATCH THE UPPER PART OF MY OWN Mary Shelley, on BFM’er TV… you literally can’t make this shit up, Pénelopé… LUC BESSON!!! In his wildest WET DREAMS COULDN’t dream A Fifth Elemento like me. Like ME, Fuckers, like me. I just need Las Pompis d’Eau and i am Seth, Isis… fuck Osiris.

https ://www .theguardian .com /world /2021 /jan /26 /ageing-pompidou-centre-in-paris-to-close-for-four-years-for-renovation

Talents and competences visas in FRANCE are for FAGS!!! “POR LA LIBRE”, sr. Cuarón se hace mejor… bola de putos. And FIP Sirens… here’s why, get some popcorn and get Raphaël Moran and his friend Pablo Gleason on the set, i know that i won’t win. I know that nothing will change. I know that nobody is reading; except for the most informed cop in France, but for the record, the score is an acquitted child kidnapper (from Lille) and a journalist that puts “friendship” over the corruption of your institutions to Make A Former Mexican president look good in your 2015 Bastille Day Parade… and PEOPLE THAT GOT RAPED BY THEIR PARENTS AT SciencesPo.

Rodrigo’s fictional character in the aforementioned Classroom flic:

— You fucked our aunt!

https ://imdb .com /title /tt0262698/

And,… [S]tarring as Rodrigo’s auntie:

KATY KAY, with a special cameo on the progressive Sinema screen by Mika Brzezinski.

Anyhow, Mr. MACRON, you see this soul ⤵️ below? I was that little-boy (inside of the face of the Tesseract already explained before), but you know what Mr. Macron, Manuel Valls y los Amigos de México en la Unesco y La OCDE might have crushed my Spirit, but never my Soul.

Previously on, « Merci pour ce moment » .:. 8986787A-8C7B-41CF-9511-07FF75CF82DD .:. With All Due Respect.

With all due respect, the ⤴️ above is submitted for your consideration; and SWEET PERRA* OF MINE, it is nothing more than “un Uso Justo de todas las Medias parts” in the adaptation draft for the next BFM’er “Dateline-like” series.

Aquilatadas, Sirenas: the good thing about…

… about this most inconsequential blog, is that y’all—vous ne nous lizes pas… “but is all Right”, at both the sevenTEEN hundred and at the TOP of the hour, in Central Europe Currency por allá por CALEXICO—Baby!

“… and it’s all right.”

Happy Pie Day,

Welcome. Every one is invited to this lonley town on Pie Day, even the cube heads. So if you have six or more faces —don’t delay!

Condenadas… perdón COORDENADAS, no condenadas, porque esa palabra es bien amigota de las canallas, y pues entonces eso es otro pastelito que se acompaña con café bien cargado… Anygüey, las coordenadas del vecino bien mono que ocupa la contra esquina de estas figurotototas del Rock and Roll circus, al otro lado del “roundabout” en la calle Furstemburg, en Saint-Germain–des—Pres, ahorita se las metó más al rato OK, HENRY? Así que Fellas, no se me vayan… deteniendo, y digo fellas —as in Fellows, con una de las dos eles, por supuesto, Corazón, bien MUDA.

Step right in, it’s a musical circus. From Rock to Jazz, Ethnic to Chamber and Classical. You don’t need no ticket and Drinks for all of the Sirens are on Da’House!

Accident on pareidolia street, apophenia was a witness of the scene. According to her, Serendipity was riding her bike, when a yellow car wearing a blue skirt ran the spontaneous muse over. }—-~~~\*>  Algunos dicen que segoviaspixes capturó la escena y la pusó en un marco junto a un par de  ovinos en la rue de l’Échaudé, 75006… CopyLeft, and all that good Creative Commons stuff.

De arranque, el primer track de esta banda sonora para sordos es el soliloquio de un desgraciado que escribe para emborracharse… o que se emborracha para escribir…

(ya no me acuerdo cómo iba la frase, pero la chica venezolana de Issy–Les–Moulineaux que pasa revista a películas en Frecuencia Paris Plural—Emisiones Americas… o algo así, con Osler Amaro y su staff, fue la mina que  me acuñó la primera pedrada… perdon, acuño esa frase primero.)

… no se pierda el primer acto de redempción en dónde se le escucha a este desgraciado gritar al ∴ Universo ∴ lo siguiente:

From the collection Hypertunneling with Marianne… context follows:  foto y diseño por armando segovia / segoviaspixes—2018

Hey, You. Are you listening? Can You hear me. If you are,  could You please be advised that my next “Hogar” needs to be on No. 3 Rue de Cardenal, 75006; so make a note of that, and yes, the staff already knows that they are going to have to deal with the “Brown Sugar” and Crack dealers, winos and clochards when we [the staff] hit that ground.

Ewe cow!… said the fucking Wether in sheep talk. Episode One. }–––~~~\*>  Rue de l’Échaudé, 75006, foto por  armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2018. CopyLeft, Gustavo, CopyLeft, my old friend.

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Bruce “resortes de la prima vera” SpringsTEEN… Jersey « Mec» is TOPS }—-~~~\*> Uso justo del cancionero « no official » de Las Sirenas de Issy-Les–Moulineaux.

Las fuentes de doña Cyber Vilma, Follows, fellas:

“Shout it, Shout it out loud.” KISS.

fuente follows: in the mean time here’s some tunnel vision for y’all from Storyville on the Seine:

Chuy sin maquillaje en el underground. CopyLeft, Gustavo, copy motherfucking left, amigo. And give my regards to the BrUTEP crowd…. From Atlantic City, 75004.

This one is dedicated to the Sam Donaldson Center at El Paso “U”:

“… and so it was,”… Brozo, la foto es por Yo Mero, pero, pinche licenciado, no me confundas con el güey del PRI que tus patronesquieren sentarcomo presidente… do give my regards to don Bernardo Gómez y Mr. Gary Sanchez (sin acento)… ok, cabrón? 

… for those who arrived to this plane of existance after Springsteen was Born To Run, y’all will find the reference from the composition above in the frame below, in full spectrum, with the squelch on, and of course Raquel, in Listening Silent mode:

La sombra blanca. Merci, Sirens; merci, for the BOOGALOO ∴ 33 ∴ « todo va bien en el Universo »… besos.

The following is a TimeDelay source, because the actual time now is in Millenium Time via (Chicago) on the Seine, on a patchy Thursday afternoon, cette a dire… if Alice, Charlotte, Jane, and guy named Aaaaaaaaaaa–rmand would read us, they would not Let Us [the staff] lie, because this episode of the Rock and Roll circus was Serendipitously synchronized in Real Time with the early evening Sacrosant programming from the Certain Sirens at Issy–Les–Moulineaux, and their take on the deambulatory music of Louis Malle:

https://www.fip.fr/player/reecouter?play=31530

https://www.fip.fr/player/reecouter?play=31528