Happy Birthday don Porfirio — patrimonio de Alicia

Fuck you Paris, and Jupiter aussi

15 de septiembre (Twelve years ago)… Issy-les-Moulineaux; Metro 🚇 Ballard. I parked the Blue Pill³, precisely in front of Dr. Poisson’s ground-floor flat, and next to the Technicolor building on la rue Eliane Jeannin-Garreau just before 📍 BFM’er📍TV.

³~. 2005 Ford Ka.

El placer de los dioses — l’ennoblissement du vulgaire.


… 12h, I had to take a dump before heading over to our favorite despot’s tomb en Montparnasse, as I entered el toledo (WC) I could faintly hear a solitary voice singing Las Mañanitas… on my way heading West to the 15éme Division on the aptly named Avenue d’Ouest I encountered a handsome chap dressed in full-charrería regalia del campo, not in the traditional black Rayo de Jalisco suit. We exchanged salutations but I didn’t feel like taking the snapshot.

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It’s all Greek to Mí, Morresey. 🎶 The More Ewe Ig°Nor°Mí, the closer Rue gets.

From the East (looking from), Taurus is right behind the upright resting place as if the Bull 🐂 was looking at The Mexican from the top of the that ugly eyesore on the Boulevard de Depart, but if you happen to be looking from the West (rear of tomb) Virgo has both The Moon and The Sun on top 🎩 of the dictator’s spot.

I am the son, I am the heir,
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar,
I am the son and heir,
Of nothing in particular…
It’s just another set of misheard lyrics: The Air of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I’m a dreamer, bay-bee… so why don’t you kill me.

Viva, La Raza and artistas like Tamayo.
Viva el Cinco de Mayo…

El Vez… (Soy Un Pocho).

… What she said.

Jaime López*… El Hombre Que Amaba A Los Perros

U.S.A.! U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!!! U.S.A. en IV.

After the Break… It’s the Return of Florence Cassez at The CDG followed by Mongolian Cuisine at Roland Garros, and to celebrate the First 1000 Years of Mt. Saint-Michel en Bretagne… it’s The Prodigy with their #1 smash hit, “Smack 🏉 My 🏉 Bitch 🇨🇵 Up”.


From the producers of John Wayne, comes the story of Fuck Juliet & her entourage at Roland Garros and la rue Eliane Jeannin-Garreau, aussitôt.

Da’Santos ⚽ come marching in 🪶… Everybody must get stoned.

*~. Not the one who went to New Orleans to dance Zydeco with my Uncle Lalo González “Piporro,” before my uncle se fuese a fumar faros a Hong Kong.

Cualquier parecido con morena-francia, es pura Coincidencia Pura con mis paisanos en Francia… ¡bola de contratistas Sinarquistas!

And not to draw any para-lelos, but don’t let the portrait of León fool you, and as a matter a fact, the Jaime López found on Padura’s beach is no different than Brigitte Bardot’s documented relationship with her dogs and the estranged relation that the French bombshell (not to be confused with a cherry bomb) had with her First-born.


Rabbit hater… maybe the cop likes Korean cuisine.