Tag Archives: Schiltz — Adaptation Project

Amarillo -no- me pongo, amarillo -es- mi color

Donc, that’s a French conjugation and it Stands for, among other synonyms :

Some boobies to hold — Queen.

 

en conséquence

o como dicen en Minneapolis, USA, “therefore, so, hence, thus, but and, —then“.

With that in mind Catherine, i (armando segovia) loop back to my promise to send you (later on within the next 36 hours) an entry of this most non-consequential blog as it touches on tangents that your colleague Dr. Marie-A Schiltz adaptation project set as a precedent when it comes to a thing that Spaniards in Spain call “la memoria”.

I’m telling Ewe… Amarillo (and not just by morning) es mi color (punto y coma) soir aussi(e).

For the record, Roger Peréz asked of Mí to please stop referencing him on this mémoire, so as the professional stringer-of-news that Eye used to be, Öüï’s going to honor his request and instead Catherine, allow the staff of asegovia3 (WordPress™) to set you up as the historical marker in a brave new MUNICIPAL ELECTION year in París.

Ladies in Gemini… con ustedes desde el retiro en La Francia : Allegretto grazïoso.

 

Now, in ACAPULCO… 🐐in Acapulco is no time for siesta, but more on that when the Spagnolos wake up from their siesta on that train.

And, Catherine à la bagagerie, you madam might be wondering what Pierre Richard is doing on this segment dedicated to Las Moras del velo de la veladora perpetua, but Évry body knows that Depardieu is a fucking cochon, his whole humanity not just son pied.

Francamente – la moral es un árbol que da moras

 

Now, Catherine, this being a blog about Mexico, you must remember this, that in Spanish “las moras” grow out of a tree that Öüï calls “la moral” and so, Pierre Richard joins the plane in the role of La Secante, c’est a dire, a line that cuts a LINE (perhaps cocaine), a PLANE (for transportation), or a Volume (which is a lot when it comes to Depardieu).

Entonces, Roger Pérez…

If you are out of Schlitz, you are Schiltz out of luck 📸… Évrybody wants to be an artist, or to rule the world except for Mí and my Monkee.

Vanity Fair…

… now then, Eye is no artist and Öüï, well Öüï could not now what it is like to try to lasso the beauty of a flower or, capture as Chagall once told Mí (motherfucker):

Fuck if I know what the colours of music is, nigga! It’s all Jazz to me.

Marcos Chagall

Big Bully Trump — John’s retribution in his Gospel’s « revelation »

 

But speaking (Roger Peréz) about ‘bullies’, SASKIA de Ville ; prima-hermana de CRUELLA de Ville, is recreating “Once Upon A Time in AMÉRICA” on a coup-d’etat.

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Pelotero a la bola.

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NOW, there is of course the “soft-Golpe de estado” but Roger, the Cracker Barrel® is blander, insipid! If Good Will be.

Rococo follows

Roger, out!

Literally la “ñ” no lleva tilde, the hovering glyph above its arch es « innommable »

Take This Job and Shove it, literally in Green, now tell Mí, LA-minor, what can Brown do for Ewe?

Any güey, Gustavo, bienvenido al club del lugar en donde todo la gente conoce tú nombre o, “como dicen los franceses”, Évry body knows your name, now just go ahead and consider these, meaningless words, ese, but know that you arrive in good company, heck motherfucker, IT!, could say that the best possible company of Em# all becuase you arrive with the constancia de Catherine, whom by the way I (Armando Segovia) have been trying to introduce to this most non-consequential blog for a week now, but somehow have been hitting a wall in doing so, but is it not that the way things go? Things, or in this case persons arrive when they are supposed to and so with-out nothing ad-Do, I am going to get me another beer and maybe tomorrow I will tell you how my discussion with Faisal about Luzbel went. Por el momento enjoy the sunshine en plena helada de invierno parisino porque como ya lo dije : I Need Another Beer.

Anyway, Faisal… it’s a human number, Eye guarantees IT!.

 

Before Eye leaves it would behoove you to hit the tags below under the header Schiltz, if nothing more just so your Argentinian-ass knows where Öüï’s coming from, because as they say in MAPIMÍ : sobre aviso no hay engaño, —vato.

… 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.

enterMISSION d’Entertainmemt — Poetic REAGANomics

Are you happy now Joe Scarborough? Well… are you, Ewe son-ovabitch, with a Mormon name like that you know you should be glad, considering that all of a sudden Capitalism is a bad thing in baseball.

Can’t express this enough : last night’s Blue Jay’s win in Toronto was Poetic Justice on Capitalism. Is it any wonder that their first baseman’s dad is named after Julia Ioffe’s revolutionary hero? Vladimir Guerrero (Jr.), Vladi Warrior. Bad-ass name, it definitely TRUMPS Donald John, which is such a weak-ass nomenclature for a U.S. president.

 

Leave it to a cock sucker like you (MORNING JOE) to complain about the purchasing choices (and power of the owners of Chávez Ravine) in L.A… apparently Manifest Destiny only applies when the “cosmopolitan elites” of the American League Eastern Division, spend their millions on the Evil (NY) Empire. You disgust me… “cross 5th Avenue with your eyes closed”.

Issy-Pablo-Torre hoy por ser vísperas del Día de Los Muertos and off-course Halloween the next spook is straight out of the M.Í.-5 files of ¡Alarma¡ in 1964 ; a magical year if you ask British Intelligence, I mean in no particular order with the Beatles landing 🛬 in The United States in America, Charles de Gaulle smooching MIGUEL LÓPEZ MATEOS en Mexico the way that that Mexican president (asset for the C.I.A.) wanted to smooch President Kennedy’s wife (look it up) and the trial of “Las Poquianchis” de Luis Estrada, el próximo toro le corresponde a la Procuraduría Federal del Consumidor, or ProFeCo if youse into the Strange compound acronyms Game.

🎶 Surrounded by losers
Misfits and boozers
Hanging by your fingernails
You made one mistake
You got burned at the stake
You’re finished, you’re foolish, you failed

Pleased to meet Ewe mister Lamb, “hope you guessed my name” 💋

It’s cheaper to keep’em — Gran Señor Zopilote

Lupe’s lupanar y las muertas d’Estrada…  Followed by a trip where Tu Mamá se va a Chihuahua a un baile con Bomberito Juárez, y a veinte por adelantado, —También.

Ahora sí — Que Viva México… y El Gran Señor Zopilote también.

Funeral services costs in Mexico: How much does cremation cost in Mexico according to Profeco*?

C’mon baby fuistes a Acapulco and you didn’t even light my fire… Jacket Knot Required because it’s just another They for Ewe and Mí at La Bagagerie.

 

… entonces Gustavo (🇦🇷) el siguiente toro le corresponde a Saúl (🇲🇽), but before Eye begins please be advised that if you are out of Schiltz, Ewe sir are shit out of luck ; having stated that congratulations on that $20 Billion (🇺🇸) bailout that your president Milei secured for La Casa Rosa en el Río de La Plata, en fin Gustavo, luego te explico lo que pasa cuando un—gato muere, por el momento, “Juárez, no debió de morir, ay de morir”…

Las Muertas — Mala Noche, episode 3.

_ y por eso lo plasmaron en uno de a $500 pesotes mexicanos.

Church of The Latter They Gun Runners³

And, Gov. Romney; as the Mexican that your Chihuahuan-ass is, I sure hope that neither “La Linea” nor “Los Aristas Asesinos”, or même, “El Verguillas” de Anapra y Lomas del Poleo get any ideas, but it sure falls on your Michigan-mitt son to raise the alarm on all of the EXTRA JUDICIAL KILLINGS that the C.I.A. is currently conducting on international waters on both sides of The Panama Canal, and here is why Governor Romney:

Yeah… I am not going to show you my project, but keep sponsoring El Cinito Mexicano de Cinéma Christine en París.

Porque Ciudad Juárez es el lugar correcto de mi Viejo jardín de la Jilotepec en mi nuevo Veracruz.

https ://mx .ambafrance .org /A-savoir-La-mano-en-la-mano-60-ans-apres-le-16-mars-1964-que-celebrons-nous

ARticle tú… protecting Our 🇺🇲 Bodily Fluids since 2025.

 

Entonces, Dan Mochilas, as I was narrating to you a few days ago, one of the reasons why perhaps, the French Consulate in Los Angeles, California, issued my transnational-ass a Talents et Compétences visa in December of 2010 (effective on January of 2011), was because of my six-year (2004 ~ 2011) back and forth between California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Colorado in U.S. territory and ; Baja California, Sonora, Sinaloa, Chihuahua, Durango, and Coahuila, en Los Estados Unidos Mexicanos,  witnessing the decay of the “ancienne regime” of the alliance between the Mexican government (PRM/PRI) and the “AMAPOLA”  narco traficantes of the “bracero program era”, who walked “de la main-en-main” under an economic model called “sustitución de importaciones”, which favored national production rather than imports, tariffs (aranceles) then in Mexico where a snapshot of what the Trump tariffs are to corruption in Them United States in América right now.

Arnie got his flu-shot

Thank you Ali Vitaly for getting on, —the bus.

Any 🦉 hoot, Dan… thank you for the coffee and as Eye was re-counting to you this morning… anything, and Eye means anything that The Paris Tourism Board can do, I (Armando Segovia) can do better, and as don Quijote would probably paraphrase : if it wasn’t for the memories, Eye would probably be chillin’ and living la vie en rose next to Le Beaubourg, just because.

Sin Celery,
Frank Zappa.

Arnie took his FLEW-Shot

Goooooo, Dodgers.

For context Bruce Willis, as Arnold Governator might had suggested, after the Planet Hollywood franchise went the way of say, Señor Frogs in Mazatlán (México) in the late 90’s, that Bruce was a fucking “lazy” clochard, (maybe) maybe… but Bruce was never a fucking “kindergarten cop” for the MAGA Right.

Ha-ha… Fernando would be proud, almost a shut-out.

George Parker is a journalist for The Atlantic, and he can trace his wrong turns in Baghdad to George W. Bush and Donald Rumsfeld, and yes, George Parker is a fag 🚬 

You Say You Want To “finish” A Révolution?

Across The Atlantic, “America” needs Bruce Willis, not “patriotism”. So yeah, fuck Planet Hollywood and John Wayne. Yippee-Ki-Yea motherfucker, and Merry 🌲 Christmas to you.

 

By Homer, Eréndira de Ackerman, it’s a Winner’s Wrath!

House of academics Eréndira Sandoval and John Ackerman robbed in Mexico City…

Ora pues, yo no soy Halcón, I am SIRIUS, Horus. — Shades of Man — ISSY Eye is not the heir Horus is.

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“Because it’s Wreakable”, said Gordon Gekko

And, Ananas Giridharadas replies, can Eye get a Bud, Fox?

Everybody wants to be a Tanker, but only a Distinguished Armor Technician knows that the Real Bud is brewed in The Czech Republic.

Page 182 P2:

The surly Zoran, in his wheelchair, moves from the metro entrance to the basement of Les Halles. I call him by his first name, he stares at me suspiciously without recognizing me. I introduce myself. He frowns, nods and declines contact. Occasionally, he shares his patch of pavement under a metro awning the with other companions and his radio [sic]. He’s aging fast. The last time I saw him, he was asleep, broken on the edge of his armchair in a basement next to an elevator in the Forum des Halles. Does he ever sleep in a bed? How does he manage to live on the streets, trapped in his chair? These questions open up an abyss I don’t feel brave enough to explore.

Now go “Romancing” with The Stones and don’t forget to take Mika’s little helpers, you son of a bitch!

Anyhow, Marjolena Kalten Porter-Sax… and the sign said,  you have to have a membership card. I told you yesterday that Gordon Gekko would be rewarded with an anti-greed documentary.

 

To they in His story:

Partout où nécessité fait loi
(“Wherever necessity makes law“)

10 July, 1940

The Vichy government is established sous les jupes de Stephen Spielberg at the Eiffel Tower, Semolina Pilchard reports. 

1985 – The Greenpeace vessel Rainbow Warrior is bombed and sunk in Auckland harbour by French DGSE agents, killing Fernando Pereira 

🥖 ☢️ 🏝️

On 22 September 1985, the French Prime Minister Laurent Fabius summoned journalists to his office to read a 200-word statement in which he said: “The truth is cruel,” and acknowledged there had been a cover-up, he went on to say that “Agents of the French secret service sank this boat. They were acting on orders.“

10 July, 2019

Hitler’s dream goes to die in México, in Puebla of all places, “the last of 5,961« Special French DGSE Edition » BEETLES… are sent to a museum. “From the nazis to the hippies, the end of the road of The Beetle happened in Mexico, where it was reproduced by the thousands³”