Tag Archives: Prof. James Cohen

Entonces pues, Raphaël Moran… te presento a Víctor Quintana Silveyra

LAGLOBE… lo bueno de cualquier curso en la Sorbonne es de que el Gran Reportero : . Raphaël Moran no va a leer entre mis líneas and, Cocaine 🎸

You are the sex-i-est

En Contexto: I want you, baby… but Eye wants you to smoke SinSemilla aussi en El Pan Nuestro de Raphaël Moran en Media Parte o algo así.

En contexto, James Cohen³ or his female partner (Rebecca, Öüï thinks!?) at the prestigious annex for Latin America at la Sorbonne, centro de indoctrination francesa mejor conocido como l’Institut de Hautes Études de l’Amérique latine (IHEAL) would be the perfect erudite to make sense of mathematics in politics; personally i prefer them simple VENN DIAGRAMS but at this altitude in French Civilization studies one is required to dust-out them old MATRICES formulas, mind you, EWE must first divide the fractions using the reciprocal (dividendo) of El Partido Acción Nacional and the first fraction (divisor) of morena-francia in the Spring Semester of 2012 at Paris 3 Nouvelle-Sorbet at Le Basile.

Note to editors: Öüï is starting in 2012 and not FEBRUARY 2013 on account that Professor Quintana Silveyra had to start the process of moving (temporarily) to París in the Fall of 2012, just as I (Armando Segovia) had done in 2010 to arrive in 2011. So, this is your Starting Point mister Moran.

Affirmative Action at the P.E.N. Club de France — Dew Ewe fuckers like tuna?

It’s Friday night Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and over in at the putas red light district de Pigalle, home of “Les Rats du Petit Moulin” y… de las tunas de un nopal it’s the Deadline for Entry into the P.E.N. Club (elitist) Translation Prize of 2023.

Today’s word of the They, dear Martin at “Le Grand institut de la statistique publique française”, en la bagagerie de Marie-Ange Schiltz is:

Shadenfreude

from the German (joy of the French’s misfortune).

I did ask if youse motherfuckers, “sprechen sie Deutsch? », didn’t Eye? So get back, honky cat. ÖÜÏ didn’t start that fire, but we did forewarned BRONTIS and Stephanie Menou at the Cité préfecture all those years ago. And, Bruno, que dice la Doctora, J-G Poisson 🩺 🐟 que por favor le saluden a Talía Olvera y a su patrona de ella, Barbara Carol de Obeso, en el show de Juanito Guanavacoa en Botzaris.

 

Under all that American ruble in the Academy, Öüï just learned that her name was Nicolle, and she once brought back a ROSE 🥀 to life.

Yeah, so normally as a norm our shit is fucked up, period! With that in mind, police radio interference is bunchin’ up today’s Deadline feature… bola de —putos.

In France, your won rights are closer than a crash-test dummy appears.

La tuna no es como las sardinas la pintan, en primer lugar, la tuna es desértica y tú mamá también, have some atún, it’s a cold platter.

Any how, shit’s going down at the Pinault Collection…Get Off’ my Lawn! You young people. And homie, leave those cops z’alone

The Death of French Commerce, long live the market.

And Gene Robinson… yo’Black-ass knows what goes good with Thon?

— Ketch-up… in Mexico a Zero Plus game es un “cero a la izquierda”, dijo El professor Alejandro Valenzuela en Sciences Po. Elítismo Immaculado.

Friday, June 30th, 2011… Paris, Francia_ To stand in solidarity with the new cuts at la Maison de La Radio on JFK Ave., in Paris, France, MGMT fucked with the models and fondled the mannequins notwithstanding the Summer Break. In Babylon Two (NYC) it’s “death and taxes” but in France it’s mimosas for Breakfast 🥞. Indeed.

And, Lindsey Reiser… it’s cold outside {in Hilo, Hawaii}

https ://abcnews .go .com /US /blizzard-warning-issued-hawaii-12-inches-snow-forecast/story ?id=81542659

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the Sand Clock, in Paris…

Feliz Feliz Bliss. —!— Starring, Salma Hayek as Georgina Moreno in the role of La Maestra de Ceremonias en “Le Chantier³” (75012; 5 décember 2015) del ESPACIO NIEMEYER³ du PFC (Partido Comunista Francés). PATTI SMITH was LOST at LA COURNEUVE that year if MY memoría serves Mí bien.

³.~ https ://i1 .wp .com /asegovia3 .com /wp-content /uploads /2015/12 /recc81seau-pour-les-peoples-de-notre-amecc81rique .jpg ?ssl=1

And, Mr. Cohen… are you jumping on the PARODY bandwagon? Non~Fungible Tokens? What color?

https ://futurism .com /the-byte /trump-lawyer-prison-badge-nft

Hulot was all the rage

But, FO’ist let’s Talk About Bliss…Witt Alex With and feliz, feliz—BLISS, con Salma Hayek y los calzones de La Chona, AKA: morena~Francia

And, Linsey Reiser, the more Eye looks at you… the more that Öüï is reminded that he’s never been to Spain… and that Eye is craving some chocolate cake… Aussie, also a Canadian Bacon with pepperoni and a triple side serving of AnAnAs, —chimichanga.

Anyhow, Avi Velshi… Öüï is taking the weekend out for a drive.

Previously on, To Aim… er, is to get High

And, Mr. Martinez (sin acento) Philippe, i know that the following snapshot is going to IRK the fuck out of your co-horts, because they are going to interpret that this post is about You.

And, Mr. Martinez, lemme’Tell you why:

And, Mr. Martinez, i can dig that diamonds are a girl’s best friend (just cross check with Governor Cuomo (D-NY)), but just to level the PAYING field, President Biden, why KNOT ISSUE YOUR FIRST EXECUTIVE ORDER raising the minimum wage to like 10 € per hour and see if the god damn Republicans repeal your John Hancock on that piece of paper, eh! 🎞 Or, Vice-President Harris, the Democrats can drag this issue with Moscow Mitch and waste very important congressional time on pecuniary stamps instead of focusing on the START OF THE BASEBALL SEASON.

1. Because god (a secular god, anyway) forbids that a dumb undocumented American Citizen dares to attempt—ya’hear— ATTEMPT to compare social issues without first applying for a fucking trade union card.

and

2. Because what better stepping-stone to cement and claim your place at The Beggars’ Banquet table than to instigate an affront against the usual Yank* among Frogs, eh!? Just ask the old Latinamerican faction of the Melenchon ticket of 2011-2012… [R]egurguito, Professor Cohen (IHESS/Casa Poblana à Montreuil-sous-Bois) you must have a “fairy” godfather to be able function as an Independent journalist in “La Commune” del Siglo XXI, and other assorted Left-wings in France.

* En contexto, the term “Yank” is used figuratively on account that, TO THE REGULAR French people, that is You Know the Frogs outside of the political and cultural hemispheres of public relations, a “Yankee” is typically someone that has the looks and the charm of a Bing Crosby, and KNOT the rudimentary ethnicTICITY rose (rub) of ZORBA the Greek.

“Si las cosas que Valen(cia) la pena se pintaran fácilmente, cualquiera las plasmaría »… and if you are a lefty at The Pershing Memorial Baseball Field in Vincennes, then you probably are going to think that (Valen)cia is the code for Laurent Deutsch to write a book about SPYs like EWE! And KNOT one about tags on the boards of Saint-Michel.

https ://forum .wordreference .com /threads /marchepied-figurative .2988323/

don Calderón — No Sea Mamón, part ii

Full Disclosure [masquerading] como
una Crónica Salvaje.

Issy, ni por donde comenzar, así que lo primero que hay que apuntar, es de que en Francia la difamación es un delito grave, comparable al fruto de los trabajos que “los AMBULANCE CHASERS” en el sistema juridico de la jurisprudencia de Columbia (allá en los jurados de los Estados Unidos, no en los de Colombia, la tierra que un día fue de Javier Bardem*… para que no se me vayan a confundir “amigos” colombianos y se desquiten así como mis “hermanos MOCHOS mexicanos” aquí en París, [REACCIONARON] cuando les dije que los venía a entrevistar) así que si en algún renglón de lo que aquí sigue, [los ofende] no duden en hacérmelo saber, eh, para poder poner las cosas sobre la balanza y limar las asperezas en los asparragos de algo que aún no acabamos [en nuestra redacción] de escribir. Shout–Out to professor James Cohen, para empezar… GOT TACOS?

… c’est à dire:
Brontis en La Prefectura
75004—CEDEX
Île de La Cité

… lo siguiente es una Digresión

Wait for it, wait…

porque primero hay que repasar las efemérides y las actualidades locales del Planeta Tierra… no se vaya don Calderón, ahorita lo reformamos… With All due Respect—Oh, but of Course.

TimeStamp: “Ain’t Funky Enough” on Siren Central Time 12h45

Catch me on the next page… gotta roll. Hey Kasie, say Helo Helo to the Big Kat!

 

In the mean time, here are the links to the claves, para que, Amigo, Alan —pues, no te me claves.

1. Degeneraciónes de la familia de don Calderón: https://monoaureo.com/2018/04/08/de-generaciones/

2. ¿Cómo se dice “blackface” en castellano?: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackface

3. Javier Bardem: https://imdb.com/title/tt4682788/

Dear, don Calderon… a propos del ‘68

No sea ni Mamón — ni SOFLAMERO…

Soflamero.

y sin evocar al candidato del partido REVOLUCIONARIO más CORRUPTO de la “bendita” OCDE, yo le respondo su pregunta d’ese su cartón dominical, eso si, con puras putas equis—porque de allí mero, d’esa Generación es en dónde el destino a mí me depositó.

Tercia de mochos es cortesía de el Reforma de México y las generaciones de “asustados”.

postdata: hasta Jorge Saldaña, en los años sesentas, él mismo aseguró que fue “hippie”, basta que lo confirme con Ana Lilia en Radio la nueva República, y se quite de andar escribiendo estupideces… a menos de que usted dibuje desde Un Closet, mismo que le haya prevenido conocer a gente afuera, pero sobre todo, don Calderón, —más alla de su iglesia.