For the record, Julie Gayet:
French Propaganda 🍾🍹🧱💩🛫🧏
Please inform the other half of your missionary pose, and I can only assume that the lucky monk for that excercise is that nigga Hollande, that in the next segment, I am going to smack a couple of Nazi Socialist Swastikas on the façade of your Sacré Préfecture de Cité, but that is only to RE-CREATE the décor of those 🧱 walls during the Night of Ayotzinapa (Ayotzinapa para espontáneos) and the morning when agent Bruno (Stéphanie Menou’s supervisor) yanked that little pink faggety Card-de-sejour from my hands. Check the date and the décor outside of the préfecture on that September month. The fact that Talía Olvera was waiting outside of the peasants entrance to that 👮🏻♀️ building says a lot, a whole lot about your “communication mill” with the Mexican collaborators of THE CORRUPTION that gave mister JR. the opportunity to crack open a champagne bottle to celebrate his Very French Status 💩 around La Rumorosa and it’s breweries 🍻.
Programming note 🎶
El próximo 🇪🇦 Franco le corresponde a :
Il Duce 🇮🇹… Vo-LA_re Oh—oh.
Champagne in TKT (pronounced, TeCaTe) SOUTENU par Le Gouvernement de JR 🇨🇵, period! And, JAVIER SICILIA, señor poeta, comuníquese a sus allegados de París (Manuel ULLOA 🇲🇽 y sus conectes del Instituto Cervantes 🇪🇦) that not a god-damned thing changed at the U.S. / México border, except for the CV’s of the poets 🧏 who popped open a 🍾 of champagne at Le Gouvernement’s vernissage of Poets’ Fest 2023 à Champs-Elysées, where all i’s are on Ewe, motherfucker 👀.
Check the receipt 🧾
Boletín repetitivo: OSLER AMARO y Abel Salazar de La Cruz andan de vacaciones y por ENÉsima ocasión vuelven a tocar el libro de Perucho Punk en RFPP 106.3. And that, is why I (Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano-Prieto) changed the Freq’s to Crazy Horse.
Where were Ewe while my guitar gently weeped.
🎶 RATAS, ad infinitum, Hey, Hey, My Mai!
And, just for the record, if Clive Barker is “the spiritual son of Stephen King, then Eye is the ⌨️ ghost-writer 📗 of Richard Bachmann.
Over at La Casa Azul, the Trotsky just had a shot of tequila, and Ronald Reagan brought the limes. Across The Atlantic, at the Lumière Instituti of Actes Sud, (Nº745*) Dick Lester turns the Beatles into The Three Musketeers and RAF Group Captain, Lionel Mandrake, just don’t care.
⛏️ Tus ojos siberianos★ lindos ⚒️🛠️⚒️🛠️
*~. Oh, oh oh Ozempic™… positif,
“Dossier”, pp. 88 – 111, mars 2023:
HELP! The Jenny Craigslist Weightless Club ate all of the Food Stamps from the Diabetic Shelf and out of The Morning After Öüïmen panties… pantry.
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According to Abel Santa Sala de La Cruz, en la Frequence Vacances Plurielle Paris, la hermana Aghata was HO’id shredding the riff to The Beastie Boys hit, “No Sleep ‘Till Brooklyn”.
People who know, know what a grooved razor shell looks like, without even calling her name.
SCREAM
Maddafakkas!
ES CREMA !
And nevermind, The Count, I’m the chef. If you have any questions, ask Le Fucking Figaro à la une. In the meantime, Katie Phangs just re-invented the Tie-Dye… Katie was inspired by her favorite excercise position, which of course is the Horizontal one… like Sister AGHATA (formally of Nantes) Katie Phangs is a missionary lover.
