Well Shake It Up, Baby now… right now, Manhattan is saluting San Francisco with some tremors on 30 Rock and in El Ey, in El Ey it’s Bronco Day.
Run, O.J., run for the border… but please be advised that, “Ain’t No God in Mexico”, just some good ol’boys:
I want my 24-7 news
And, T Bone Burnett, Fat Mike wanted Mí to relay to Ewe, that in case Phat Mika missed it, San Francisco is the base of Orientals in the Japanese Pacific States, it’s also April’s city of choice for 2024, for the record, I don’t select who crosses to The Other Side, Eye just noted.
… anyhow, T Bone, Walker called and he wants his stake back.
—Badum—tish 🥁
Watch how Characters change in Réel Time 📽️, y que viva México, cabrones.
Now where was Eye? … 🧠💨💤🎉 Ah, yes, Öüï was hanging around in Durango, —Em#peyo°ta°do off-course— just watching Aztlán heading over to The Promise Land, in Teotihuacan, of That, Reverend all Al, Öüï the people of the Sun ☀️ have Archeological relics, not like that fake Parting of the Red Sea, by the an Equivalent of Homer in Greece, heck T Bone Burnett, Moses is as real as that Black Cleopatra that Will Smith’s (formally from the Principality of Bel Air, California) wife.
Heck, Évrybody knows that that, T Bone, is where “Los Intelectuales” de Libération and Raphaël Morán come from, sadly, the creator of that 🎶 text succumbed to a cement overdose un 19 de Septiembre de 1985 right there where the Sabra-cadabra took their Tzabar.
En un extraño lugar, Re-tacado de nopales, había unos tipos extraños llamados In°tel°ect°uales.
Check the seal on the flag, it’s not a star it’s a Tuna and it has nothing to do with a fucking fish.
