Political judges : legal cannibalism

Welcome to Miami, Baxter Duty stars as The Salamandra

… previously on, “Appendix rider to the entry : Cher EM!”, Duncan Bridgeman was ushering in the Second Intervention of the Year of Mexico in France (punto y coma) the year was 2013, October was the month and our borrador en proceso or, working draft if youse Anglophone, and the “utopia” that Clara is currently celebrating right now with Axolotls, was sold in France by a network of business entrepreneurs and political cannibals that would deliver “alebrijes” to La Geode… but not before Julio César on the collage below on the same day that Stephanie Menou and her chain of command at the préfecture de police at Cité would close ranks with Pablo Gleason and his little mexican cinema “d’Alterite”.

Homer was a French Clochard, period!… and Baxter Duty, you Rosbif motherfucker Ewe, Eye told your Park Avenue residence-living Cunt that i (Armando Segovia) am the Axolotl… all those years ago.

Entonces, Zoe… n’Eva in a million years darling, Ewe looks more like a Lilith, but who am Eye to judge your creators—and Malia would Knot let me lie : Homer was a French Clochard.

… for context we the staff strongly advice not to follow this most non-consequential blog without an understanding that each and Évry block on every post moonlights as an annotated bibliography cards of the past 15 years in France. So don’t you go linear on Mí, Zoe, on account that Öüï’s dealing with Sine and knot tangents.