Tag Archives: Ricardo Arjona — Si el norte fuera sur

… and Susana Poveda 🧜🏼‍♀️ You Don’t Know Diddley

Bo knows Mí, Bo knows my story, Bu 🦉 knows Jacques because Bu 🦉 is el Nahual de Los muertos and October es l’ante Sala de Styx, which is where Eye works.

Domo arigato, piche Rob-ah—t’oh… one day Eye went for “Cigarros a Hong Kong” and in that trip 🍄‍🟫 Eye dropped Acid with Taiwan MC… just call Mí Daddy 🥢.

Just another time-delayed victim of the Saudis 🇸🇦 via Osama Bin Trade Center

For the record, at 17h03 in CET fip is playing payola over the waves, this is to say that them bitches should know better! WTF if youse gonna play sultry R-n-B play Chaka, can Ewe? Where there is love there is Donna Summer, babe.

That part in red, it feels so real because that’s what your morena exiles in France did. Anarchist! Anarchist you are not, you use FRANCO’s tactics to remain relevant Paco IGNACIO TAIBO II.

En La Francia hoy es día de Saint-Armand… but that has nothing to do with Armando, because armando es verbo 🇬🇹 no sustantivo. Armando es gerundio : verbo en accion, no palabra nepotista seca de salón o aula. Praxis bitches not prayers.

No Habrá Final Feliz, porque Paco es puto 🚬 and a flakey anarchist. Arm-chair warrior like the cos’ play soldiers of the Canopée.

Paco Ignacio TAIBO es un franquiste disfrazado de comunista en Jallo-Ween… gachupín de mierda 🚬 treinta monedas.

Pablo habría de llamarse el héroe de la historieta de TAIBO 2 :

For the record Biz Markie might know Jet Li, but Bo is a Samurai with ninjas at his command. Chinese food’s—good but 4-chikin’wings with egg rolls can’t beat an Avocado 🍣 Roll 🍱 made from a Siren’s tail, 🍶 Sake³ Saki.

³~. Pronounced : SAQUE, hijos de la chingada.

Any Güey, South Central clochard at Saint-Merri, “if you have to ask” you will never know ; cus’ Eye is a voodoo child. For the record, i know nothing but Eye can stand next to a Donald Trump mountain and chop-it-off with the edge of my hand, if i wanted to, I (Armando Segovia) is only waiting for a reason to do so. But yeah, Clochard de Saint-Merri, I know where it’s at. I know that Öüï is blacker than you.

… and so they begin to arrive, the American refugees in France, Issy-trust-Mí, Öüï knows what I is talking about, Surfer Calavera, con agüjetas de cuero de sapo y la bandera de Argentina (Che 🇦🇷 Guevara) in your ‘cos play’ uniform in France.

Pornographic Display of Wealth… and a Lidl Shop of Horrors

Venice, via Châtelet: it’s the periphery to l’étrange été of … Öüï interrupts Clint Eastwood’s Stool Sample to re-join Cesar at La Cop1ne where Thomas Le Bénévole se transforma en Thomas de “por qué rie” en la cop⚽🏆a de equipos en la sede of Trump’s re-edit~ion of Triumph of The Bi💵💴💶💷ll🪙s.

Hilo maravillla de Hawaii

Supreme Court upholds key Obamacare measure on preventive care🍍 💅 only on public stations.

Ey, watta-mellon man! Where da’ Fuck is Monte Suma, Next to monte menos?

Manicero… pay Your Taxes… now do it Twice, do the Mali Basketball Team baby, you know you love all those coq Lovers praising Ewe.

Anthrax and The Persistance of Time

(sic)est BASS opening Eva’ and superbe rhythm section from Da Man in Detention, “ahhh—AHHH) ».

EWE Tu – Bono – Juice Your Illusion.

“Feeling Luc, boy?… well Dew Ewe, punk!”

🇦🇷

Only on Eye Witness Ewes in L.A.

Sandia Labs Châtelet, next to The Municipal Waste Building at rue Lantier.

Based on the culture of an imaginary Jew and Julien Benda’s Banda hit-single in a Concentration Camp : MontiCello in The Appalachians.

La Ba Ba de Prince and the birth of Vance — — • • Birthright Citizenship and the Power of MI, motherfucker.

… and mister Hamilton, just so you know : Eye was there, the year was 1774 two years and a full moon~Tes-kiu before Hancock pulled out his pal, Le Pen 🖊️, that’s when Johann Gottfried Herder introduced Project 2025 to The American  🪗 Accordion… it’s a Volksgeist pipe-dream filled with ironic schadenfreude.

Time, got the time-time ticking in my head, but FO’ist!!! The Sub-Güey Series just got interesting, FIDEL 🇨🇺 ESTÁ CORRIENDO BOLSAS EN WALL 🇺🇸 STREET.

Ewe Rope Theys… in Rhodesia*

Of course, when TAURUS 🐂 does it

.
.
.

but let a black BO’id even take a peek,
a peek, Eye tells EWE!

Edgar Alien Dante was, off-course, a fag.

“Pleased to meat 🐑”
💋

*~.According to the 0h Eight Hundred Ours SIRENE in Finland’s time… fin by the way, is the end of the land.

🤠
Gidd’Thee App, motherfuckers

https ://www .rae .es /noticia /conozca-la-definicion-de-investidura

Over at la Torre de Santiago de Compostela una Maja de la Quinta Circonscription levanta, en REEL TIME no-less, una «querella » que da lugar al conflicto conocido como las “investiduras »…

And, you señora (Yousra) have the best pernos de Nelson on that there rail overpass. Why just look at that Fleur as support, Eye swears on la rue de La Solidarité à Croix de Cheveux that Öüï has seen her face before, and if you are in on the Joke, like say Freddy Cats just across la rue Carnot, then EWE Knows that Mí knows how to operate the Cycles on that Spin.

{and} Ten Ille, you are not fooling anyone with that Kerschovian pose youse STRIKIN’ there. Tell you what—Güera, let Mí [ese hijo de La Chingada] introduce “Little SHAO³” to a Taxi Driver from Guatemala:

LA Cosa Notre, Dame…
{and} Melle. Pitch, if Mr. Vincennes is going to send his ‘cat fish’ to “rattle” the Poles, please be advised that Öüï knows that latin FRENCH sycophants are on the prowl and that they enforce the MONOPOLY of pow[d]er at The Préfecture de Police… Fuck YOU, anyway.

Monsieur de Poquelin is a fag

Fernando Delgadillo and Silvio Rodríguez walk into a Cantina à GARIBALDI, casi altura con LA Mairie du XXéme… Jimbo is moonlightin’ as a bus boy from the RATP and some Polish SonoVabitch is running the numbers at the poker table.

Hilarity ensues, when…
it turns out that Jesús (that motherfucker) es pro Sustantivo y nada de Verbo… as hollow as Serge Gainsbourg con mayo y dos con Sal.

But seriously folks! TRY the Macedonian salad, the peas are to die for.

Must show Work…

Previously on “Señor Presidente, j’ai vu ce film aussi[e]…”, Redoutable³

In the mean time, Mr. Président, take a walk down to Saint Eustache, where Poquelin (that motherfucker) was relegated with the duties of RED°ACTEUR en chef de “Une Journée Dans La Vie.”

Año de Hidalgo… it is not what my fellow Mexicans are thinking, in France, El Año de Hidalgo finally updated the computers at Melville’s Olympiades mediashack, and that’s a good thing, now Mme. Mayor, you just have to change the headphone JACKS because thesethose fuckers are corroded to the core.

³.~ Temible, formidable… algo así como quién dice, “Oh no, qué bruto, qué bárbaro, Djoko es un arma formidable”… pero no es gerundio, such as the sampling³³ below which, as you can see by the math, matches the cover because it is what bohemians from Guatemala en Garibaldi² call, la forma de El Verbo como un sujeto Sustantivo. Très, très, très formidable.

Ladies in Gemini:

« The Centerfold »

¿Vive La France, en un Yellow Submarine? Page 41,  LÉGENDE  N° 7, Janvier 2022.

².~ México. Track 14 of “Sí el Norte, fuera El Sur” de Ricardo Arjona.
https ://www .discogs .com /fr /master /841453- Ricardo-Arjona-Si-El-Norte-Fuera-El-Sur

——-

JUMP to our special Año de Hidalgo en Vaudeville page.

Extra credit, what is the visual complement of a Hawaiian ⏳  Twilight Zone’s episode  in CET?

Sunday morning with Cori Coffin

Öüï begins the transmission from La Conciergerie, casi esquina con la rue de Rambouillet (Paris, Centre) on a Sunday morning in CET just to remind Garret Haike and Cori Coffin (the usurpers at The Lindsey and that other guy Report) that in Hilo, Hawaii:

Go ahead, shoot the messenger.

It’s Saturday Night (without Lorne Michaels).

_+_+_+_+_+

We now synch-up Ricardo Arjona’s “I Told You So/all those years ago”.

And Guerline Jozef, from the Haitians in TJ front, please inform your members that Mexican police are not targeting black refugees at the border, no ma’am. And, as a matter of fact there is a long list of complaints at every level of law enforcement agency in those sectors (military, federal, state, judicial, ministerial, municipal, township, and transit cops) because they all abuse, rob, rape, beat, extort, kidnap and sometimes kill migrants at the border regardless of their ethnicity. The abuses are generational and in recent decades have become intolerable and sometimes barbaric. The abuses also extend to the local population especially those working in the informal economy, especially the ones engaged in the oldest profession know to MEN.

Sincerely, Governor William J. Lapetomane.

Of Course, Guerline Jozef, you could follow-up on what i am communicating here or, do like my PAISANOS here in France and look the other way while the messenger gets shot. But you are right, Haitians definitely stand out in a place where there is no God, like in Mexico, but trust me when i tell you that when it comes to police abuse at the border, IF ANYTHING, your Haitian fellows are being weighed (pasar por la báscula) just like every other “pollo” waiting to cross into the “white picket fences” dream. In other words, by Mexican corruption standards Haitians are being treated equally, just like every other po’sonovabitch, “que no tuvo la desgracia de no ser hijo del pueblo”, and in this sense Haitians are just like the Tlaxcaltecas next to Aztec Emperor Cuauhtémoc, who famously reminded his fellow Ancient chilangos the famous phrase:

Do you think that I am on a bed of roses?

What is happening on our border with Central American migrants? Are we falling into xenophobia, as is happening in the US with our fellow countrymen?

when his feet were being burned “al estilo double meat”.