Tag Archives: Marie-Ange Schiltz — Mains Libres

Amarillo -no- me pongo, amarillo -es- mi color

Donc, that’s a French conjugation and it Stands for, among other synonyms :

Some boobies to hold — Queen.

 

en conséquence

o como dicen en Minneapolis, USA, “therefore, so, hence, thus, but and, —then“.

With that in mind Catherine, i (armando segovia) loop back to my promise to send you (later on within the next 36 hours) an entry of this most non-consequential blog as it touches on tangents that your colleague Dr. Marie-A Schiltz adaptation project set as a precedent when it comes to a thing that Spaniards in Spain call “la memoria”.

I’m telling Ewe… Amarillo (and not just by morning) es mi color (punto y coma) soir aussi(e).

For the record, Roger Peréz asked of Mí to please stop referencing him on this mémoire, so as the professional stringer-of-news that Eye used to be, Öüï’s going to honor his request and instead Catherine, allow the staff of asegovia3 (WordPress™) to set you up as the historical marker in a brave new MUNICIPAL ELECTION year in París.

Ladies in Gemini… con ustedes desde el retiro en La Francia : Allegretto grazïoso.

 

Now, in ACAPULCO… 🐐in Acapulco is no time for siesta, but more on that when the Spagnolos wake up from their siesta on that train.

And, Catherine à la bagagerie, you madam might be wondering what Pierre Richard is doing on this segment dedicated to Las Moras del velo de la veladora perpetua, but Évry body knows that Depardieu is a fucking cochon, his whole humanity not just son pied.

Francamente – la moral es un árbol que da moras

 

Now, Catherine, this being a blog about Mexico, you must remember this, that in Spanish “las moras” grow out of a tree that Öüï calls “la moral” and so, Pierre Richard joins the plane in the role of La Secante, c’est a dire, a line that cuts a LINE (perhaps cocaine), a PLANE (for transportation), or a Volume (which is a lot when it comes to Depardieu).

Literally la “ñ” no lleva tilde, the hovering glyph above its arch es « innommable »

Take This Job and Shove it, literally in Green, now tell Mí, LA-minor, what can Brown do for Ewe?

Any güey, Gustavo, bienvenido al club del lugar en donde todo la gente conoce tú nombre o, “como dicen los franceses”, Évry body knows your name, now just go ahead and consider these, meaningless words, ese, but know that you arrive in good company, heck motherfucker, IT!, could say that the best possible company of Em# all becuase you arrive with the constancia de Catherine, whom by the way I (Armando Segovia) have been trying to introduce to this most non-consequential blog for a week now, but somehow have been hitting a wall in doing so, but is it not that the way things go? Things, or in this case persons arrive when they are supposed to and so with-out nothing ad-Do, I am going to get me another beer and maybe tomorrow I will tell you how my discussion with Faisal about Luzbel went. Por el momento enjoy the sunshine en plena helada de invierno parisino porque como ya lo dije : I Need Another Beer.

Anyway, Faisal… it’s a human number, Eye guarantees IT!.

 

Before Eye leaves it would behoove you to hit the tags below under the header Schiltz, if nothing more just so your Argentinian-ass knows where Öüï’s coming from, because as they say in MAPIMÍ : sobre aviso no hay engaño, —vato.

It’s cheaper to keep’em — Gran Señor Zopilote

Lupe’s lupanar y las muertas d’Estrada…  Followed by a trip where Tu Mamá se va a Chihuahua a un baile con Bomberito Juárez, y a veinte por adelantado, —También.

Ahora sí — Que Viva México… y El Gran Señor Zopilote también.

Funeral services costs in Mexico: How much does cremation cost in Mexico according to Profeco*?

C’mon baby fuistes a Acapulco and you didn’t even light my fire… Jacket Knot Required because it’s just another They for Ewe and Mí at La Bagagerie.

 

… entonces Gustavo (🇦🇷) el siguiente toro le corresponde a Saúl (🇲🇽), but before Eye begins please be advised that if you are out of Schiltz, Ewe sir are shit out of luck ; having stated that congratulations on that $20 Billion (🇺🇸) bailout that your president Milei secured for La Casa Rosa en el Río de La Plata, en fin Gustavo, luego te explico lo que pasa cuando un—gato muere, por el momento, “Juárez, no debió de morir, ay de morir”…

Las Muertas — Mala Noche, episode 3.

_ y por eso lo plasmaron en uno de a $500 pesotes mexicanos.

Church of The Latter They Gun Runners³

And, Gov. Romney; as the Mexican that your Chihuahuan-ass is, I sure hope that neither “La Linea” nor “Los Aristas Asesinos”, or même, “El Verguillas” de Anapra y Lomas del Poleo get any ideas, but it sure falls on your Michigan-mitt son to raise the alarm on all of the EXTRA JUDICIAL KILLINGS that the C.I.A. is currently conducting on international waters on both sides of The Panama Canal, and here is why Governor Romney:

Yeah… I am not going to show you my project, but keep sponsoring El Cinito Mexicano de Cinéma Christine en París.

Porque Ciudad Juárez es el lugar correcto de mi Viejo jardín de la Jilotepec en mi nuevo Veracruz.

https ://mx .ambafrance .org /A-savoir-La-mano-en-la-mano-60-ans-apres-le-16-mars-1964-que-celebrons-nous

ARticle tú… protecting Our 🇺🇲 Bodily Fluids since 2025.

 

Entonces, Dan Mochilas, as I was narrating to you a few days ago, one of the reasons why perhaps, the French Consulate in Los Angeles, California, issued my transnational-ass a Talents et Compétences visa in December of 2010 (effective on January of 2011), was because of my six-year (2004 ~ 2011) back and forth between California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Colorado in U.S. territory and ; Baja California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Chihuahua, Durango, and Coahuila, en Los Estados Unidos Mexicanos,  witnessing the decay of the “ancienne regime” of the alliance between the Mexican government (PRM/PRI) and the “AMAPOLA”  narco traficantes of the “bracero program era”, who walked “de la main-en-main” under an economic model called “sustitución de importaciones”, which favored national production rather than imports, tariffs (aranceles) then in Mexico where a snapshot of what the Trump tariffs are to corruption in Them United States in América right now.

Arnie got his flu-shot

Thank you Ali Vitaly for getting on, —the bus.

Any 🦉 hoot, Dan… thank you for the coffee and as Eye was re-counting to you this morning… anything, and Eye means anything that The Paris Tourism Board can do, I (Armando Segovia) can do better, and as don Quijote would probably paraphrase : if it wasn’t for the memories, Eye would probably be chillin’ and living la vie en rose next to Le Beaubourg, just because.

Sin Celery,
Frank Zappa.

Arnie took his FLEW-Shot

Goooooo, Dodgers.

For context Bruce Willis, as Arnold Governator might had suggested, after the Planet Hollywood franchise went the way of say, Señor Frogs in Mazatlán (México) in the late 90’s, that Bruce was a fucking “lazy” clochard, (maybe) maybe… but Bruce was never a fucking “kindergarten cop” for the MAGA Right.

Ha-ha… Fernando would be proud, almost a shut-out.

George Parker is a journalist for The Atlantic, and he can trace his wrong turns in Baghdad to George W. Bush and Donald Rumsfeld, and yes, George Parker is a fag 🚬 

You Say You Want To “finish” A Révolution?

Across The Atlantic, “America” needs Bruce Willis, not “patriotism”. So yeah, fuck Planet Hollywood and John Wayne. Yippee-Ki-Yea motherfucker, and Merry 🌲 Christmas to you.

 

Deer Ala-Eddine… meet Natalia Al~Mada en Escondido (U.S.A.)

To they in History: Superman is a “has been”… let the Sunshine in. And in Washington, President Trump reminds the world that he is a coward who used his daddy’s money to get a free John Wayne Breakfast at the American Legion 🇺🇸

Good Soil Guarantees Peas, but not a Peace Prize Donald, now KISS your Daddy wearing the Leningrad Cowboys Boots… from El Paso in Paris.

To they in history, President Trump returns Sarah Palin’s backyard back to Russia… with Sarah Palin in the deal.

Good morning, in Paris, France, Mother Mary’s ass-ended in Heaven, sources close to San Pedro relay that Paul (that motherfucker!) demanded to see Mary’s papers and a certificate issued by the bendita/sacre préfecture de police showing her 1901 Benevolance Certificate and off-course her health certificate, arguing that Mary was a known flusy  before 👁️  popping 🪚 out ♀️ The 🧍🏼‍♀️Superstar THERE in Nazareth.

Eye Saw Her Standing D.A.R.E. 

It’s no lie, Marie-Ange Schiltz knows the place, heck!!! The bitch practically wrote the Acts sessions, but these here Alla-Eddine are not one of them, Öüï’s doing a different thing and after the intermission, Malia in Birmingham lands at the newly renamed Ozzy Osbourne International Airport, but that’s just a cross reference on the Erasmus beat. In the meantime Alla-Eddine wonders why Manuel Bartlett Díaz is not on the MEXICAN criminal transfer list.

Alla-Eddine stars as El Sultán de La Motocicleta en Monterrey… But only after he learns how to do the hula-hoop with Venn Diagrams à Paris.

The Merchant of Venice and other assorted bootlegs from LA superficie del Underground de VALERIE PÉCRESSE, this is the sound of a metro ticket on the bus or the back of the tram, Eye Knows this much is trou 🕳️.

³~. Issy-Ala-Eddine, of the fairy “madrinas” in France, Juanito Guanavacoa (como tú comprenderas) is the most excellent, the most eLevated, uy-uy-uy.

Deer, Roxanne… Meet Pearl

Trust Mí. Youse gonna like the way La Clocharderie looks.

But first, the news.

Öüï begins in Canada where Emilia in Paris is reading the INTERNATIONAL PRESSE rearview.

I went to a fight last night, and a hockey game broke out.”

Canadian PM

Justin Trudeau

I can’t even drive 55 in “Ash-spreading mode” menos, 50 in CET.

At the fountain, Atlas Shrugged… and Sammy can’t drive 50 Kays-per-h, but that’s the law. Anyhow, Pablo Torre, what’cha gonna play now?

— The Star Spangled Banner!?  Youse gonna mirror a chunkie mountie in a Ziploc bag, while blasting the Star Spangled Banner at the TRACK!!! Fuck me with a wire brush*, Carvile, where would you like your ashes to be spread, but before you even think about the bayou, Eye suggests Disneyland so that you don’t pollute LSU.

Jesus Built My Hot Rod, it’s a love affair… that’s Ministry, Pablo; Issy-that’s-Yesterdays news.

*~. Slow Horses quote out of context.

Tiburón a la vista : Socia°Lista — morena rancia

Deer, Luc Free Log, fuck you and the helicopters that you love. With that in mind, let’s talk shop, our first involuntary guest is La Somme.

For the record what a time to be alive, Representative Ruffin, leave it to the filthy French to have an snap 🫰 election, la Fête de La Musique and, the motherfucking opening ceremony of the Games of the XXXIII Summer Olympics all in the span of one month… and with a shark 🦈 on the loose up and down l’Ille-de-France. That’s fucking impressive, mister Ruffin.

Es que ser no es lo mismo que estar, porque estar viva is just to Be Alive, ¡As opposed to being dead, —eh! Ojo con eso ya que « ser » muy viva is a personal quality of equis persona, it means that the person is very smart and more often than not it juxtaposes on the thresholds of opportunism. Ask Gilberto Bosques en París.

… and mister Ruffin, it’s no coincidence that “el orgullo” del nepotismo de La Maison de La Radio en París, not in Issy, named his new album, “Viva tú”…

Anyhow, Representative Gatel, do you qualify for RSA while the Assembly is out of order, or are you Schiltz out of Luck?

Now, mister Ruffin, —much like the Shark ‘honeymooning-down-by-the-Seine premise, the RSA question might seem a bit asinine, but there have been episodes of sharks venturing onto a river, and if I may recall, there’s a Housekeeper who got elected in recent past, right?

https ://www .assemblee-nationale .fr /dyn /deputes /PA795438

Sure, mister Ruffin, sure… Eye knows that you have that little sardonic magazine and that coffee-making racket you got going with Chuck, or Philippe, or whatever your assistant’s name is, but what about representative Keke? Is she supposed to go back to her “personal services for parti-culeros”?

Bébé Requin—Hardy cover.

Sponsored by RFPP and Juanito Guanabacoa…
morena~Rancia invita

Ask Georgina Moreno or Alicia Leos, mister Ruffin, both are the epitome of double entendre and all things shady in the Public Square of “mamma Marianne” and the backstabbing politics of the Mexican tacos stands (world wide).

Over at the Morjo Show, it’s Summer Movies at The Drive~In, at the silver screen multiplex, it’s “Back to my family” and “Mí and Mrs. Jones”. Mika is not a-mused… no wait, actually she is, her giggles gave her a güey.

Any how, there’s a shark roaming at THEE Canal de Saint-Martin, and I can confirm, that there was a dead guy at the Seine when Bejo was being filming JAWS (in French).

Inside sources under the nº 7 at La Conciergerie on the Right Bank relay that the dead fellow was not floating between two péniches-es—ese, but on the stairway to the Commerce Court at Cité, I know because I was there when the flicks sealed the scene… now say hello to my little Axolotl.

Épisode tú … El chorizo es de Toluca and the Lake is from Aztlán

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Deer, Snoop Dogg, this why you need Mí on that wall, Eye means look at this Angelino implant to Silverlake, directing Netflix®️ to the wrong “bagagerie”, Évry body knows that Châtelet is were, IT!, is at, not at motherfucking Olympiades (M-14)… heck, they don’t even have a coffee machine. Those raccoons look like they don’t have a place to go, except maybe to the Canal de Amnesty (18e Arrêt.).

… Be an Oak not a Palm Tree… 🌴 Is actually a good-looking but worthless tall grass, not a Tree. HEMP FOR VICTORY.

Arts et Métiers — Line 3 They… Crab-a-Locker fishwife

2017 — Louis Michel via La Porte de Issy-les-Moulineaux …, “pornographic pristess³ ».

Note to Valérie Solanas: Eye shot Andy Warhol, but I did not shoot the nigger at « Shuttle Left » next to KTLA.

³~. The French Blond Begger Bastard confirmed that those Sista’s took siestas with The Ursulites de Loudon Town.

Now for context to the KTLA broad in Paris, The Ursulites were not the first order of Holy-ho’s that landed in the Brave New 🌎 World (ask Huxley, that guy adapted the book for the movie), and over at the Holy 🇻🇦 See they were know as “The Mobile Ones” on account that those bitches landed at Mardi Gras and introduced the Natives there to the Mendiants de la veladora perpétuel.

So what, What you gon’ Dew Now, Brown? How does this connect to Nuestra señora de los Ángeles?

— Boobie, you have to speak to Sophie 🛼 Fofie at La Bagagrie because she’s the benevolent WFA (with fixed abode), or ADF as the 115 📞 land-line discriminates from the W/OFAs (Without Fixed Abode) that has the keys to them Olympic Rings… and how those CIRCLES relate to the rules of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.