Any way, Malia, welcome to the place that Eye likes to think is where Évry body knows your name, in any case please be advised that this most non-consequential blog is operating on a 36-hour frame, long~Story Short, Malia (Sorry If Eye Misspelt you for María last week today) my input is in a 36-hour format on account that this particularly independent exercise is synched exactly 24 hours from Hilo, Hawaii during the Summer time, and with Ukraine in the WINTER daylights; and if you’ve heard the News on France24, it’s going to be a cold Winter in that future part of RUSSIA (in the former U.S.S.R.) once U.S. Aid stops to flow, which will eventually drip into your BENDITA Sorbonne… but good luck with mister MACARON in Kazakhstan’s doughnut Em#Pire.
Ahora cuéntame una de vaqueros…
In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s December the 6th and Mark David Chapman just boarded a plane (verbatim) in Honolulu for New York, where he planned to win In°Famy by murdering a Beatle… it’s Mister Saturday Night .38 Special in décalage. In Paris, France, it’s already December 7 and in The Peru 🇵🇪, today is a day that will live in In°Famy:
CHINO, Chino—Japonés,
Come CaCa y no me des…
#IndultoEsInsulto
To quote on Twilight’s time, you are about to enter into another Di°Menti°On, a Di°Menti°On of sight, a Di°Menti°On of signs, you are about to enter into the Twilight Zone. And if you know the reference, Beat It, because where tiny tools are found, Wonka is wonkers are sure to follow.
Just the square, ma’am, knot the ringDough.
Peanut for size
And in local news, It’s Kris Krispy day in Paris, and all of the little cute doughnut shops that have popped up near or around La Canopée àt Les Halles are not amused, but Governor Kris Krispy thanks you anyway.
The afront of Krispy Kream on the small doughnut shop owners of Paris Centre is no different than that of a big corporate chocolate peddler installing his brand next to artisanal chocolatiers who cater to the Russian caviar and foie gras-eating crowd.
Arbeit Macht Frei, according to Mexican Mogul, Carlos Slim de Sanborns. Así que, “Chínguenle, pinches indios!” que las vías para los hoteles de la Rivera Maya no se duermen³ solos.
³~. Basically a railroad tie on which the railroad tracks rest, on a bed of Stones 👄, of course.
Entonces Charlotte Bibring, “acaso crees que estoy en un lecho de basalto?”, Heck no, siren, Eye is on a concrete threshold, ask Pinault, he knows.
