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Happy Anniversaire Hélène, yo escribo porqué todo me encabrona³

Sapo Verde, Elenita… sapo verde to you.

 

³~. Y de paso, que chingue a su madre Carlos Fuentes y todo el SERVICIO EXTERIOR MEXICANO en Francia.

¡Arriva el pueblo bueno! y abajo los paisanos del sueño 🥳 estadounidense de Santa Cruz de Las Panochas (UCSC).

… so, Princess, you say you left a revolution? Well let Mí, tell Ewe—how IT! (that motherfucker) will be, there’s Maya Matin taking on the role of the Cowboy and La Kalten Portier-Back in the role of the wacky, waving, inflatable profiláctico next to JR’s “MESA de OTAY” INFLATABLE CASTLE 🏰 à Pont Neuf, Issy-next-to all of that expensive baggage contra face à La Samaritaine, and if you, doña Poni-Amor, is wondering what’s for dinner 🍽️ worry knot because youse gonna eat CARN🐏EIRO from la rue de Eliane Jeannin-Garreau en Issy-les-Moulineaux.

Get A Piece Of Your Action.

… entonces, pues, doña Poni-a-More, if I (armando segovia) was to reveal to your refugee-ass that back in 2010 Carlos told Mí to find my way to France and that he would take care of the rest you would probably tell Mí that as soon as “Los Amigos de México en Francia” got a whiff of that promise THAT THEY would do Évry thing to eviscerate me, and then CARLITOS died in CONCORDIA and everything went to Scheiße, as German-volk say.

The call is coming from la rue Èliane Jeannin-Garreau³

³~. Issy-paralelo-with : Le Pentagone

Shiny Happy Pundits dancing… the call is coming from 3-Doors down.

 

In local news, Eye scream, ah!, tu Es cream, ah!, Öüï scream 📣 Ex marks the spot. And you motherfuckers know what the tragedy of IT!³, is? It’s just like Groundhog They in the land where there are no Candelarias, which is why groundhog Phil was among the first refugees to France via Punxsutawney Punkville, Pennsylvania.

Bring the chorus in… 🎵 Well now, they often call me Speedoo
But my real name is Mr. Earl 🐒

 

My name es personne para el personal, if anybody should ask.

Ibid. Scene One, where They go honeymooning down by The Seine.

 

It’s Elemental, Ringo, “in their world, the United States is back. In reality, it never left…”, Hopscotch en La Jornada.

AÑO L, número 17.374; page 17, España en el Congreso

Sho•Ko•Lat Au Lait… 🕺 💃 Oyster Perpetual on the dials if you got’em.

Entonces, señor Camello 🐪 en France Tú tv, i don’t speak French, but I did sleep at la rue Eliane Jeannin-Garreau, so believe me when Eye Shows to y’all how, IT! (… that motherfucker) will be.

In TECHNICOLOR

1. First Öüï takes that Blank Check that dat’Ass next to you signed for the benefit of Mí and Eye, and I will now chainsaw that Signature with an Artesanal Saw 🪚 knot a stupid Bowie knife; I (Armando Serrano-Prieto) mean, who in their right senses and sound mind uses a butcher knife to saw Flavia into separate but equal pieces, except for her snatch, which is why Öüï brought in Pepa 🦪 Bueno from the neighboring El País to put a metric into this most oldest trick in the book, considering that you (🐪) tried to pull a smokescreen on David Copperfield 🐰 using that faggety Black 🎩 Screen on your wrist.

I don’t like Cricket 🏏… but Eye did hit a ⚾ over the Fence.

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Dragonfly in the sand, Ewe knows how Öüï feel

Fellin’ Güd?

I Am Music or simply the common denominator, period*

Very well, youse on the right track because the first Rhule of the “Nettoyage de Primavera in Advance Qu-lub” is to get stoned. And to get a whiff of what’s happening at le jardin de Eliane Jeannin-Garreau en La Porte de Versailles Öüï switches it over to pretty-in-pink Muñoz who’s already higher than Robert PLANT’S notes on the alternate take of Zepp’s “BIGLY³” hit 🎯

Le Divan du Sarah — Harlot Extraordinaire… Ja, ja, ja, — laughter, the best medicine.

³~. Babe I’m Gonna Leave You, rare alternate take.

And in Paris, France, even as Caro Mugnoz gardens 🌺 her way to a new Farm in Europe, —it’s chickens!!! €hikens who’ve had their plumes plucked the most and now, NOW Alicia Menendez, the little presse-shop of HORRORS is changing the Λóγος at the little shop of CANCER horrors.

Calle de Las Dos Bolas, en face à Le Benjamin.

Caro won’t have any of, IT!, instead that hoe (the tool not the gardener) is a pret•ty good candidate to be turned into a PLUMA; co•incidentally le Stylo en Inglés some say, is better than the Sickle and the Sword. Öüï wouldn’t know, the Plan at the divan de France was scrapped for some movie award 🪆 doorstop.

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.

https ://diario .mx /deportes /jefe-de-red-bull-se-disculpo-con-checo-perez-por-discriminacion-20230914

 

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

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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.

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