Tag Archives: Paris Centre 2020’s

1000 Theys — My Generation… BluntLy speaking

🎶 Hope I die before grama 🛥️🇨🇺 gets old 🪶

Fuck me — Marina — Fuck Mí Tú Thymes
🌬️ the only ones who count the theys are pintos en la pinta.

Calendario preVISIONal
VERANO 2025 — CLOSED for repairs
  projected opening, 2030.

 

FIVE 🧑‍🎤YEARS!

It’s been 730 Theys and 21 editions of PARIS 1 2 3 FO‘

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¡Tú Jeers! ; 104 Weaks and Too Theys… never mind the hours, minutes and seconds since:

Special Forces Tribute

 

Arty Farty and the so-called “Intelligence Collective” re-invented La Gaité Lyrique, page 29, N°21; Julio-Agosto 2023.

Welcome To My Nightmare — You’re Poison, Le Bon!
Poison!!!
EYE tells Ewe.

Eye don’t knows, mister Excmo. señor Embajador V-low ⬇️…

Weapons of Mass Restrictions, it’s a Cluster-Fuck of a situation.

 

🎶 Don’t know much Bi-ology, but I dew know that Eye loves kemchi, anyhow, Katie Phangs, cafecito under a heatwave is like French Supermarket Beer, it’s puro pinche puto CalDo, pot-au-feu, or it’s mnemonic: putas feas in the Supreme Court.

… Fernand is a faggety name, sin Celery: Armando… and is “Amandi” a real last name? Évry body knows that your Amandi is missing an are. Next thing Ewe knows Chris Krispy fat ass is going to say that it’s a Florida thing, but it reeks of GOYA in P.R… 🇵🇷

Previously, Jonathan Capehart’s breath 🫁 has Cruised a-güey. Think about it, talk about it.

Ding, ding, ding… 🛎️ it’s Blunt time.

 

And, if you are just joining-in on the conversation. Please be advised that a scroll is not what you think that it is, and neither is Alice Cooper, and Vincent is the vocalist in fancy golf clothes 🏌️ in Spain, la VOX del pueblo de SERRAT y Anda Lucía anda seduciendo a las almendras, las clementinas and other assorted AgroPecuarians🪶

Paris Centre… formally the 1690’s projects

For Hypothetical Comparisons and What Knots?

“Why Thomas Jefferson’s Anti-Slavery Passage Was Removed from the Declaration of Independence”… only on BFM TV.

Off-Course, don Pablo Bartolomé, “el pueblo bueno” de Paris Centre, formally the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and, Fourth arrondissements of the current 75000-CEDEX Zip Codex, is going to interpret this monologue Draft as being about el artista, Roger Pérez—or even about you, Pablito.

https ://www .history .com /news /declaration-of-independence-deleted-anti-slavery-clause-jefferson

Anyhow, don Pablo Bartolomé, i could unfold a lot and a half of post card-sized cards with an annotated log of exchanges between your former self at The Place Where Evry Body Knows Your Name, and me. But i am not going to do that, i will only unfold one however, and it’s from the first 72 hours from the time that your former life form and i met.

And because i always try to finish what i start, i told your homeless ass (ese) that someday i would invite you to Segovia, Texas —a ghost town— with half of the population of the Place Where Evry Body knows your name. And because the Country that you adopted as your own insists on shutting my Draft down, the only possible means to take you to Old Segovia Road is through this imaginary trip through the road to Hell… which happens to be in OHIO… whose capital is of course, Lima (knot Peru) and you are never going to guess what gets built there, in Lima, Ohio… not Peru.