Así es, Pablito… Jean de La Fontaine (1621-2021) is a fag!

400 years del futbolista le plus fabuliste… it’s on page 56_oh L’Humanité Nº spécial 23222 (Dimanche).

COPIEUSEMENT IGNORÉ PAR louis xiv, and here is why, mr. Pérez… Page 9, nº 23222 de L’Humanité:
Let’s hear it: “This is the problem. All the literature of the seventeenth century has given a magnificent description, which perhaps corresponds to the glory and pride of French royalty, but not in the least to the state of France.” J. Giraudoux¹

¹.)– NOTHING, and as a matter of fact, remarks Jean Giraudoux, “on the  misery, the poverty, the anguish, and the exhaustion of the nation…” And if, “The first BIG OPERATION of State propaganda succeeded it was thanks to Molière, Racine, Boileau and consorts…”, page 9/10 ibid.

… Four (stars) Out of Five:

July 16–24, 🚀 1969 was the spaceflight that first landed humans on the Moon. Establishing Aussie, the first Hotel and Casino on The Moon! ON the MOON ALICIA! El La Luna.

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Hey, Mairie de Paris Tourism Board bearded Monkees listen to The Arctic Monkeys. It’s for your own good for it appears, judging from the Stars, that they have read Rosecrans Baldwin’s very funny look at Melle’s Pitch pub world in, “Paris, I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Down”, and check it out, there is a chapter in there that explains why there are only Four and not Five stars at Major Thom’s Tranquility Base circumventing The Globe.

Anyhow… Tiff Cross just turned 25 and she wrote an essay, —silly Cross! Nobody reads in El Ey. But Eye tells you what Girrrrl, that Charlemañe fellow has a point, It’s hot up in this Mutah*…third district.

* mUTAH’s third district is of course, the UTAH Jazz (gremlins are in fully engaged, Tranquility Base was assaulted via ipSEC protocols and what should have been published last night 10 pm CET has to be salvaged from ruins and completed in HAWAII Standard Time)

Should have registered the trip as a relic bounty delivery to La Bourse district.

Apollo 11 in Black: A small jump for Man kind, a raised fist for L’Humanity 🖖🏼 but FO’ist! Don’t You (izquierda en Paris… including the neo-Zapatistas de Ayotzinapa de Saint-Denis en Jour et Nuit de La Fuente de Saint-Michel) forget that–This–is–HOW the Mexican foreign service works. Just like Old Cuba, but then Mexico never got a Sin Embargo point of view embargo.

Coincidentally, to They in History:

1954 U.S.A. “Operation Wetback”

1954 : Operation Wetback” is launched by the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) to remove about four million illegal immigrants from the southwestern United States, with a focus on Mexican nationals. The operation began in California and Arizona sweeping northward through agricultural areas with a goal of 1,000 apprehensions a day.

Let me guess, it was because of a fucking, “Guioncito”, right?… más hipócritas, only los Amigos de don Poquelin en La Bourse de la AFP.

🎶 I wish Eye Knew how it Feels to be Fr… with Susana Poveda 🇪🇸

_Cont’d from:

Insofar with our exclusive interview with Roger Pérez, el artista has revealed the concept behind Cian Eyes, and how Mr. Pérez got to France, however; one thing that Mr. Pérez has not made clear _-*!*-_ BACBD6BE-95A1-4673-85DF-D23F920D6884 🎵 ¿Quién pondrá fin a mi diario—al caer, la última hoja en mi* Calenda•rio. JMS… (Si la muerte pisa mi huerto).

* El destino quiso que fuera yo, Sr. Bartolome sin las casas, siendo que los lunes es mi permanencia y por eso, los martes amanece el lugar con música en la entrada.

🎵Well i‘ve never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music

Three doG Knight

And, Mr. Bartolome, once you cross that UMBRAL you don’t Have to Worry about “the curse” of Babylon. Why just listen to The American Priest in Paris, because if Mr. Pérez was not hyperbolizing on the Soundtrack for last Thursday’s portrait session at Saint Estauche, then HIGHWAY TO HELL, yes, the same Highway to Hell that brought you Hells Bells, was blaring from the ENTRAÑAS of the Lord of Vandières and Cernay’s final resting place.

Sin Embargo, if you are not a regular none reader of this blog then YOU PROBABLY MISSED our exclusive coverage of, An American sermon on Ascension Day, at the end of May, then YES!, EWE would be forgiven because you would have no way of knowing that it was our very friend without the “D” (aka) an American Priest in Paris who invited Bon Scott and the Young’s to do a set at the Church of Commerce à Les Halles. JUST THE FACTS, and yes AFP—you may source that with the Church’s log.

For the record, —if you are in on the joke— there is a reason on my log for this obituary, which i reckon is going to rub some people in the wrong way. Without Mr. Bartolome’s “input” on a February morning, there would not be a trail of paperwork from Emmäus–to–Medicines San Frontiers–to–Amnesty International (Paris).

Ladies in Gemini, meet my Old Horse, Rocinante sans plomb.

Full Circle. Destino Manifiesto al revés… a developing lunar cycle. |Foto por Armando Segovia. “This is not a free cultural license”; al contrario. Existe una atribución 4.0 de CreativeCommons: CC/By/NC/SA. || copy-left.

Today, Rocinante Sans Plomo is a hearse, and Öüï is carrying a very special edition load to Hell, Welcome Pablo. Relax… i know this little bar in Austin that i know que te va a gustar.

De cualquier manera don Pablo Bartolome, you where parked on my number (33) which ( punctuation aside) is directly at 180° from The Guardian at the door that never opens, nº 15, —off course.

 

 

 

The password is: The monk bought lunch

A Colbert reportage [place holder for Amnesty International, PARIS] goes here:

Per your request, Mr. Pérez, the following is a segment D.A.T. Eye is going to call, —con el permiso de Roger— Roger and Mí 🌬DB17CE92-8BF4-4C0E-98E4-22E43EDFC479 💨 * Cowbell equals Context… and Tim Apple, you son of a bitch, —WHY? Why is there no cowbell emoji on your danG’on diVice? Eh! 🎨 Guess that Eye is going to have to draw you a picture.

BUT FO’ist, WAIT!!! Stop the Art Review‼️‼️‼️HOLY FUCK! Roger, not to be outdone by Nashville’s 4th of July celebratory celebration of some kind of ceremony, La Mairie de Paris is bringing out Les Plagues, ⛱  or something like that (all Whale skeleton, no umbrella when it rains)  by The Seine, take it from Jonah, he’s been around.

This is what Ewe might call, an ironic shade of logistics. It’s part of the infrastructure if you can go beyond High-Speed DSL amtracks from Peru, and Mr. Pérez, Eye knows that Ewe know what Mí is talking about.

Any how, Mr. Pérez, gonna jump to page Tú and for the rest of the week you SiR will be the centerpiece. You Are Going to Like the way you look, but if your ASS CALLED THE CODE RED, you are going to be brushed-off. D.A.T. i promise Mr. García, at the Mexican Consulate and The Bourse de Paris… where little’ol Eye sleeps… for now.

Live from the Rock and Roll Circus, it’s the most famous newspaper clip in Neil Young’s “free world »: J’Accuse…! Details after all this time remain murky in innuendo, but Öüï gets it.

Any how, ELISA JO… will you marry Mí? There’s one condition though, you must keep your promise to always walk on the sunny side of the Street, —even when it RAins.

… [B]ecause a picture without context is in the best scenario, pro•pa•ganda (punto y coma) and at the opposite end of the Spectrum, it is probably quite possibly nothing more than advertisement for the masses.

It’s the bottom of the Third, and Paris All-Star Mayor, Anne Hidalgo, remains at the mound, the score is not relevant this early in the game suffice to say that the Paris All-stars playing are down by more than three runs, Army Staff General, Alfred Dreyfus is first in the Bating Order and Alexis the “Tee” de Tocqueville follows and then you can expect to see the King’s confessor, The One and Only, Père Lachaise.

Over on the color channel, the all-khemists All-Stars are breaking the Color CYAN down (punto y tome) but in a good güey, Carroll. And, Willie Geist—across the street at Studio 3A in Babylon 2, it’s Hot Lips meets Major (representative in Pennsylvania) Houlahan.

Objects on mirror are closer than they appear 🚲🚲🚲🚲 Over at Le Tour de France, Marianne, not the France is considering making the VACCINE mandatory, not an option. And, Marcus Miller … Eye regret to inform you that a SCHEDULING CONFLICT will make it impossible for U.S. to meet you à Juan (pronounced ‘YuAn’) on account that i am due for a second shot of that Covid potion. Carry-on… Yo, SPIKE! SPIKE!!! SPIKE! Don’t make me get on an SNCF stow-away spot and Troll your Cannes-es_Ese. I have three day’s to spare.

And, Cousin Joe, IDE (pronounced like) I’d tell Ewe what, CyanIDE) the reason that historians call it the “roaring 20’s” is because “pan y circo” was already taken by the Umpire! PLAYBOL.

 

What would L’Abbé do? — Mlle Pitch Awards Submission

Please stand-by for Context in the Contest.

How to get to Sesame Street .:. 42282857-480C-43E6-9C72-F26B89C98AA3 … en fin.

If you happen to be in Paris you might have noticed that the advertisement campaign for the Abbé Pierre started back in the month of December, perhaps as far back as November of 2020. But in all of the tunnel walking that i have done since the month of September of last year and yesterday’s late afternoon stroll, i can assure you that i must have missed Made•mois•elle Pitch’s Awards convocation along the underground as the above advertisement (it seems) did not make it north of the Luxembourg Garden or beyond the route that starts from Les Halles and all the way Saint Ouen or Saint Denis.

ONE DAY UPDATE ON THE above-written paragraph:

From the Top, who are you going to believe, the local authorities or the Anal swabbed elements of the story? .:. 28DE3B72-C4CC-41A9-A74C-380D31301111 .:. Coming up: the Silviana Cocan Connection, the Florence Cassez  “Law and Order” episode, “y tú mamá también”, con Jason Wood.

It is now Friday, February the 26th of 2021 and following my observation about the Metro Poster Files at Melle. Pitch’s house of content, the creative Monkees there updated their site to note that the publicity campaign for the contest for THOSE WITHOUT A VOICE is back on the underground billboards.

You are welcome, artists, now do that thing that you do with the voodoo that you do.