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The smallest fiction on Denisa’s pulp

From the makers of Stein’s Burnt Champagne Cork comes a new product:

STEIN’S BURNT MESQUITE…
call in the next 36 hours
and get a cookie chewed-up by Griezmann.

STEIN’S BURNT MESQUITE… Brown 🟤 up, fuckers.

O como dicen en CrOAsia:

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /francemusique /podcasts /la-quatre-saisons-n-est-pas-qu-une-pizza /souad-massi-6939936

Philadelphia: We Fell Love in a hopeless place, now is a homeless shelter, or something like that.

 

The smallest violin crying for that bass… 🎻 + 1

In local news, the prosecution in the U.S. v. Genaro GarCIA Luna has called their last witness and that’s it, The Chief’s celebrated as expected in Disneyland, because for all the bullshit about American jurisprudence, “membership” has it’s benefits.

Gooooo Navy! Sponsored by the Jeffersons in Paris…

 

In the mean time, Mercury wishes that her HighNess Dora don’t take this the wrong way, Öüï kindly remind you, bitches, that I am only a Messenger, Roger that?

Over at Franche-Musique… Those fucks go on strike for the right to play, “Fuck Your 64″, and Öüï déclare our love for pizza, but that’s only because Saskia went skinny-dipping’ in a Castillian aqueduct.

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Any thing you can play … I can skip like a fucking puddle.

 

Short story… ten years in the making: i remember you

International House… casi esquina con Love Park.

… but first, the following is a
Public Service Announcement:

The events depicted in this INTERMISSION are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental… furthermore, (Corazón) no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

i remember You… 

Nabila and the girl with the big Cigar.

No strings attached, conditions apply and objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear.

Preface: The good thing about this short story, Corazón, is that nither Nabila, nor her sister Hala will ever read it.

In the mean time, the 4th of July just arrived upon us. Someday i “proMYSE” to finish this tale. Right now, however, the good thing is that you, Corazón, won’t bother reading this most inconsequential blog… but your people in ITALY will, so do remember to continue to KILL THE MOUSE, for science sake.