Intermedio entre colonias — Sapo Verde to Ewe (After Midnight)

A Diana… Got your Jara…

California

… and in Washington, it’s “qué Linda está la Mañana, en qué Martín Luther King (ahora en México)” is the second rey in the Naipes from Yesterday’s hand, which as THEE, honorary Mexican citizen that you are, Reverend Sharpton, you should know that is Spanish for —Lutero, as in LUTERÍA; del que maneja la madera para hacer liras, no de Lutero y sus profecías, ni de el Lutero, of every black neighborhood on the Boulevard of crystal and crack.

Estás son—los sapo verdes— que canta-Haba, El Rey David (that’s the 3rd King in Spanish), a todos los hijos de Sánchez…

Jump to Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, where it’s Porfirio’s birthday Eve:

“Con Ángeles y Flores…

To the Moon, Alicia! To the Moon! 🌖

Rigo es Amor and dis’ are his roots

Bola de putos 🇲🇽…

Good luck in Qatar during the Dictatorship’s  Fifa Cup, HO’id your Mesías Tropical is sending National 🇫🇷 Gendarmerie trained Babysitters to look after los Hijos de H. Sánchez, eh–wey‽

Note to France Banzaï at musique de la ventana (o sea, una serenata) : Phat Basterd’ has no corazón, puro buche. You have no heart  💃🏻… But Augustine Öüïöüï agrees, you got Soul, —frog.

Bang!

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