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Breaking in Paris : Paradis-es Platypus-es Donnie’s upper lip

Manufactured Succession in Confidence

Context follows, but regardless of the brand, Donnie’s stiff lowered lip is not going to be looking too good to be branded.

Oh my god, Mika… youse not going to believe who number 4 is? But first it’s time to send a shout-out to Liverpool… and Cousin Joe, if you loved Day Tripper, your Alabama—Beatles-record-burning ass will love DAY DRINKER, because like I told francemusique matin :

… and like a good NENA—it’s never too early for a good Single 🏴‍☠️ Malt 🥃…

Enjoy Turks and Caicos

 

Fuck you mister president, Eye loves Katty Kay, and—mister Smith (you son of a bitch!)  fuck Susan Collins at your Semafor World Economy Orgie. How’s that for a pattern, let’s play hardball!

Mi me, [🫷🏼myself🫸🏼] and mime.

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Entonces, Marjolaine… i want to get high, what’s says Ewe?

This is Knot a love Song

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, and this is just another Time-delayed cutline from the sundown on La Seine, over at Nato headquarters, Évry body went to bed wondering if the World was going to witness the Decline of Western Civilization on the same day that humanity (for the very first time) saw a picture of planet Earth eclipsing the Sun as viewed from 4000 km from the Dark Side of The Moon.

 

In local news, it’s 11h in CET on the day that Paul McCartney learned that Pablo Picasso died, Issy-it’s-1973 and in 2026 the world can drink to Donald John Trump chickening down on collapsing the United States (in América) into ignominy.

… over at Times Square, Donnie Deutsch is at it again, the advertising guru is eating children again, —it’s what Donnie’s clan do, they eat children, but at least he is no trafficking children for the very rich, like Jeffrey Epstein (in his heyday) did for The Trump brand, eh.

 

Thanks for chickening-out (again) mister president and pissing on the fire that you 🤯 started yourself.