Rosbifs by the double-decker load — Your mother Should* Suck Dicks in Hell

Trapos neo-colonialistas? If and only if, there exists a backward difference between fertile African WimeN and the nymphomaniacs de Evaristo Galois en la rue Verneuil (Paris – 6émé).


Happy Birthday, Tin Tan!
1915 -1973
50th Any°Verse°Ari°

News Flash ⚡: Tin Tan will play the role of Évariste Galois, the most impulsive of them ‘Ol… the role was supposed to go to Cantinflas but Mario Moreno es puro rollo, y nada d’estilacho.

El exorcismo de Liêm…
¶ 5, Page 181:
Maybe I’ll bump into Liêm, a frail Vietnamese I met recently in a store on rue du Louvre. The news is dull. He has no social housing in the neighborhood. Looking defeated, still depressed, Liêm no longer dreams of a return to an ordinary life, a job, a home to call his own, a family. One [foot) in front of the other. Liêm is an avid bowler, and I’ve never seen him happier than when, on behalf of [la] Bagagerie, He organizes the Halles garden. I hope to see him smiling again the day I stroll down to the boulistes.

For those out of the loop, Germán Genaro Cipriano Teodoro Gómez Valdés y Castillo “Tin Tan” was not only The Fifth Element but people who know*, know that Tin Tan was also The Fifth Beatle.

*~. know, that Ewe knows, ELO.

And, Katty Kay:
Medieval WimeN… should know… Who am I to write a book.

In local news, today’s Word of The Day is:

Tea, as in… a noun that describes some kind of interesting or confidential information; gossip; news.

https ://www .dictionary .com /e /word-of-the-day /tea -2023-09-19

[News] THE EXORCIST returns to theaters for 50th Anniversary

In other events of the THEY (efemérides):

Horror en ortografía, y otras memorias del Cardenal Ximénez while visiting his French bitch, Cardinal Richelieu ♦️


— 1985¹ & 2017²
Sobredosis de cemento
On a day like today, a devastating earthquake in MÉXICO misinterpreted yesterday’s “Word of Day”, eggcorn, which as defined by any re°puta°ble dictionary it decodes into the following:

Un mot ou une phrase qui est une altération apparemment logique d’un autre mot ou d’une autre phrase qui semble similaire et qui a été mal entendu ou mal interprété, comme « conte de vieux sages » pour « conte de vieilles femmes en queues ».

Woman on the verge of a long-ass cue.

¡Viejas Feas!


This mono light orchestra is a work in progress, made in France; by Mí.


We now return to Marie—Ange’s “little hole on the wall”

Monday, 18 de septiembre del 2023:

Eye’m PopEye the sailor,  man;  and Eye’m an Antichrist 🇬🇧

The 🧷 Safety 🧷 Pins 🧷


For the benefit of King Rey Charles III.

Painted Black 🖤.


Famous Veteran: George Carlin… happy 76th Birthday U.S. Air Force, —you fags!

“BULLSHIT, Cornhole!”
Air Marshall George Carlin

Here’s the CATCH from ROME:

Notre volonté, c’est d’accueillir ceux qui doivent l’être, les persécutés politiques. But we absolutely must send home those who have nothing to do in Europe³.

Gérald Darmanin, Ministro del Interior en Europe 1Cnews, earlier To They, Monday, September 18th

Chips… she used to be called COLETTE.


Note to Mika Brezesinski… Mika, you don’t look a They over 40. Just sayin’. For a Polish vampire going-on her Third century youse looking Absolutely Fabulous, Dhag’ling.

In local news, French President, Emmanual Macron will not be bothering with the U.N. and it’s their silly little General Assembly summit, instead, Mister Macron will instead be kissing the ass of an irrelevant king, not sure if Camilla played a motivation on the president’s… como se dice, como se dice? Geriatric love for pomp and circoncision.

¶ 4, page 181:

Oh, boy!


Peut-être y retrouverai-je Liêm, frêle vietnamien, récemment rencontré dans une supérette du côté de la rue du Louvre. Les nouvelles sont ternes. Il n’a pas bougé de l’hébergement social dans le quartier. Mine du vaincu, un peu comme toujours déprimé, Liêm ne rêve plus d’un retour à une vie ordinaire, un boulot, un logement individuel, une famille, il fait aller en poussant les jours les uns après les autres. Liêm est un bouliste passionné, je ne l’ai jamais vu aussi heureux que lorsqu’il organise, au nom de la Bagagerie, dans l’ancien jardin des Halles, les concours de pétanque. J’espère le retrouver souriant, le jour où j’irai errer du côté des boulistes.

Marie-Ange Schiltz
WFA (whoof’Ah) — W/OFA (güo’FA)

On the menu, estofado 🍲 de Socle y Olive’s 🫒 Oil en su tinta con chile 🌶️ capeado al estilo Beaugrenelle con Citroën Squeeze.

Previously on, The unity of the Abbé d’Aubignac’s time of Homer’s place and the culture of the action on the Streets in Seventeenth-Century Paris*.

Page 79…
FRANCE 1632, reports reach Paris that Ursuline nuns were being possessed by demons in Loudun. Richelieu sent JEAN MARTIN, baron de Laubardemont, to oversee the trials that lead to the 1634 buning of

Page 80…
[P]riest Urbain Grandier for witchcraft. In 1637, Richelieu’s niece Marie Madeleine de Vignero, the dutches of Augillon, decamped from Paris to observe the spectacle of the possession for herself, She brought d’Aubignac along and commissioned from him a short manuscript report on the possessions… YADA, YADA, YADA, La NONNE Tú was re-hashed in REEL TIME.

Is Horror Back? ‘The Nun II’ and ‘A Haunting in Venice’ Exorcise the Box Office

*~.The Journal of the History of Ideas,
Volume 84, Number 1 (January 2023)

… submitted for your approval, you are entering the Bagagerie through Dr. Johanna’s fire exit door, and if the hook-up bracket of the fire extinguisher🧯on the first floor is any indication that something “fishy” went on last night after La Bagagerie was closed, just know that Le Socle may wrap up Pandora’s Box in with the tarp, but the love-flow is visible with a purple 💎 light and oh-boy 💜… please stand-by for a “shamanistic intervention” on-the-go.

¹~. Over on channel YOUNG, it’s bright Women:

Word of the They for 09/18/2023:
eggcorn, it’s like a word salad when you sing the misheard lyrics to Purple Haze, Medival Woman, or the Miami Sound Machina, “Dr. Fish”. Up next is the Talking Chimeras and their number Won Hit, “Psycho Thriller”.

https ://www .dictionary .com /e /word-of-the-day /eggcorn -2023-09-18/

Charm guarantees a visa in FRANCE, which is why the preferred method for securing, first the visa, then social security and finally the keys to you very own studio (or apartment if you are not a radio D.J.) is to book a European Vacation, the n° One Trick (and this is 180° from a Catch-22) is to arrive through Barajas in Spain, or from Fiumicino in Rome; spend a week or two in either of the two capitals and then make your way to Paris. The rest is up to the Associations that are in place since 1901 in France for you.

En revanche, as the French like to say; being a bona fidēs cantankerous observer of modern culture, such as the late FIELD MARSHALL George Carlin, well then that will only get you a locker room without a door and if you are a good-boy (or girl) two meal cards for the Restos de Marianne.

Not that I would ever repeat this experience again, ever, but IF I HAD KNOWN that I could have come to mister DARMANIN’s EUROPE as a mala fidēs charming boot-licking, eyes wide-shut and, willing ‘colabo’, and have access to all of the pussy that is willing to fuck, well then that would have been a different trip, but I am a journalist (string reporter) and if mister Interior Minister thinks that “CRITICAL Contestataire THINKING” is anti-French Republic, well then send me on another trip. I can go dark, and 180° on a bona fidē “talents et compétences” promise. 

No siren no cry… Homer is as real as “Pinchy’s” tail

Previously on, Fo’:

Visa para locos… “con la intención de obtener mayores conocimientos en su formación turística.”

Note to self: I will never obtain Rebecca from Quebec, and Eye is not even allowed within 3000 miles from the biblioteca de la U.A.C.J. turning, by the way 50 in, ,with that in mind, got huitlacoche?

https ://i0 .wp .com /asegovia3 .com /wp-content /uploads /2016/06 /ahora_mismo_punto_com_punto_mx. jpg? ssl=1

page 84… reformulation: Homer was such a bad poet, he could not possibly have existed.
Theiss, ibid on the Illiad.

And, Avi Velshi, it occurred to Mí that this corn debacle, Eye reckons from my recon post—that is the same thing but in a different angle of that whole 13-year old who has to worry about Algebra and baby formula for her little bastard child. The treaty allows for the ‘safe Ing’n en astronomía’ clause, whereas the U.S. allows for wild huitlacoche on Évry tortilla.

P.S.: our hearts and minds are with the cocksuckers 🇨🇦 who have mined the fuck out of la panamericana 🔥

What has 4 eyes, 4 eses, 2 pies, and no incest laws… l’Ancienne Régime.


Mañana en La Hora Nacional:

https ://diario .mx /nacional /piden-a-amlo-intervenir-por-mexicano-desaparecido-en-canada

To celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the anti-BRUTEP chapter of la UACJ en Samalayuca, CHAMIZAL productions en Clandestinidad con Arturo RIPstein, y Flautas “El Canario” presentán:

GRUPO PESADO, telonero, Mozart.

People who know, know… that that there corncob is a tortilla en potencia.


Back to page 181, ¶ 3 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’

The imposing Felix crosses Les Halles from north to south. I cross from south to north. The meeting is inevitable. Cheerful, he leaves to join his bouliste friends in the Tuileries. He invites me to come and play with them whenever I like. He’s well, very well, it seems. Félix is perhaps the only person among those I’ve met living on the streets who has repeatedly had the opportunity to get out with a job [and skills], and has always returned to the streets. Félix can’t stand any constraints, especially not the feeling of being fenced in*. When he lands a job in the outdoors, in the South of France, near his daughter’s home, I think I’ll never see him again. An error of judgement, he couldn’t stand it, he let go of everything. Provençal pétanque was powerless to hold him back. Today, he’s in a hurry and I won’t know any more. One day, I’ll take a trip to the Tuileries. I know where to find the boulistes.

Krispy Cream™ announces new huitlacoche filled doughnuts



Page 181, Schiltz ibid.

L’imposant Félix traverse les Halles de nord en sud. Je traverse de sud en nord. La rencontre est inévitable. Guilleret, il s’en va rejoindre ses amis boulistes aux Tuileries. Il m’invite à venir jouer avec eux quand je veux. Il va bien, très bien, semble-t-il. Félix est peut-être la seule personne parmi celles que j’ai rencontrées vivant à la rue qui a eu, à plusieurs reprises, des possibilités d’en sortir avec un métier, des compétences et qui est toujours revenu à la rue. Félix ne supporte aucune contrainte, surtout pas la sensation d’être enfermé. Lorsqu’il décroche un travail en plein air, dans le Sud, près de chez sa fille, je pense que, cette fois-ci, je ne le reverrai plus. Erreur de jugement, il ne supporte pas, il lâche tout. La pétanque provençale a été impuissante à le retenir. Aujourd’hui,
il est pressé, je n’en saurai pas plus. Un jour, j’irai faire un tour aux Tuileries. Je sais où trouver les boulistes.

I’ve read this story before, watched the movie and even warmed the popcorn à la mode de Medhi Hasan.

14h35 in CET —NEWS FLASH:
The Instituto Mexicano de la Radio signal is down… sources close to a surfing abuelita relay that on the occassion of La Semana Internacional de El Agua, la CDMX is under WaWa.
En Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, gracias a radio stations usa . Miguel Mateos está tocando a un chico de la calle con sus pinches amores lejanos y unos chaparros inmaduros.

Also, Hurricaine Hilary is now a CAT IV
heading over to CABO WABO, where Mika Brzezinski
is drinking mimosas with the fake Joe Scarborough from the SNL… now we know, Donnie Deutsch, how Moffet get’s it up, eh!




🎼 Sobre Las Olas, mouvement tú, Macho Man intro. Rest. Followed with Green Corn with NOFX 🌽💅

No such number: 111, period.
The history of ideas has a graveyard 🪦 … Flaubert enterró la idea de que HOMERO no existió. « Homère: N’a jaMAÏS existé ».”


Ladies in Gemini, the following must be read in the voice of Johathan Quayle Higgins III.

Howard Johnson [chairman of Rockridge’s welcoming committee] :
They say that now, in Paris, France, even as we speak, Gustave Flaubert has devised a new latte for liberals that will obliterate kombucha once and for all. Think of it, gentlemen, “drinking coffee without sugar is « trés chic »³
Olson Johnson: Never mind that shit! Here comes Homer³!

³~. Theiss,William. “The Abbé d’Aubignac’s Homer and the culture of the Streets in Seventeenth-Century Paris“.
The Journal of the History of Ideas, Volume 84, Number 1 (January 2023)

Where’s is the huitlacoche, mister? This looks just like that Trans Korn shit! Take that to the Lido, Meatloaf is on the bill there.



Gonna take a nap now, wake Mí up before you go, Ho.

Previously on RAYUELA:
… of-Course it’s all Bullshit, Mr. President, wanna know how I know, because “La Mala” told Mí, so—check it out mister Robinette³, La Wallace is not going to believe this but that is what she gets for coaching Sarah Palin to play the role of a Vip in the back of bullet-proof Suburban™, anyhow, I am about to break Cardinal Richelieu’s ruhles,  which got Pedro Corneille in trouble with l’Académie française and thier silly little « classical unities of time, place, and action* ».

³~. Who in their right mind names thier chirrin’ after a ‘grifo‘, Mr. President, who? —A leprechaun, Mr. President, that’s WHO. 

*~. Being For The Benefit of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar:

¹ Unity of Time; that all the action in a play must take place within a 24-hour time-frame.
² Unity of Place; that there must be only one setting for the action.
³ Unity of Action; that the plot must be centred on a single conflict or problem.


Ladies in Gemini:

True anecdotes, Mr. President, I’ve been lucky enough to have travel to all of the six corners of France and every-fucking-place where I was asked what my diet back home consisted of, Mr. President, I always came up with corn on the top three choices, on account of a process that results in NIXTAMAL, crucial for the production of la Tortilla de Maíz. The comeback from my hosts never disappointed, Mr. President, it was always, “corn! Ah yes, We feed that to our pigs.”



Technical difficulties on the other side of los cerros del “Chinero” en Xicali, on The Pacific side, prevented u.s. from wrapping the WHOLE ENCHILADA IN ONE shot… so—como dijo Princess Palatine:

Fair Use of all Media, o como dice Katie Phangs, “Flautas con crema for all ¡ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

Jump To Mañana.

Why guess now… Orange or Classic Prison Stripes?

Satisfaction? Not before the girl with far away eyes completes the Pimpinela circle.


Ewe say Yu wants a revolution? Never mind CHE Guevara, because hilarity ensues when CHÈ Alexander hand carries Milei into the history pages.

Lock him up! Lock him up! Repeat 🔁 🔁🔁



Entonces, Mary Paraguas ☂️, en un día como hoy se fundó Paraguay, o algo así. Los que saben dicen que fue por andar volando con el Shakespearito que le va a los rudos y no al Santo: arriba El Solitario, y que chingue a su madre Blue Demon.

Any how, back to Nantes, which is in fact part of Saint Malo… en toda la extensión de Los Corsarios Bucaneros de la Bretaña, I happen to know that Le Mans es parte de La Sarthe, but we can dig the proposition of visiting someone or, something, in Brittany but plotted en La Sarthe. It’s like D’Isigny en frente de Knotts Berry Pharma en Angel 😇 Stadium in Anaheim.

It’s a bitter sweet event in Georgia.


Because unlike other ‘valedores’ I just happen to have been the one who buried that cat called Titus; the fellow who paid for Josephus propaganda…


Stéphane is left alone on the sidewalk. With [out3] his friend, his companion, he loses the delicate financial balance, which they had built up. The hard law of economics takes hold. Sitting on the ground, he budgets expenses and resources. Counting and recounting, each item is detailed to the nearest euro. It’s possible, but it’s tight. Months go by, Stéphane comes back, he’s kept the studio, he “works” more often. This morning, he’s already at work. I’m surprised – it’s cold. He prefers cold days to wet ones, so Saturday is good-to-go. He’s got plans, he’s going to be hospitalized for three days for some medical exams, he’s talking about a scan and then he’s going to spend a week with his daughter in Brittany. She’s 30 and lives in Le Mans.

p. 181; ¶ 2.

El Bodeguero — Toma Chocolate Paga Lo Que Debes

Cha cha, —boom!

Never mind Alexis here comes Le Monde de Sismondi en La Hermana República de El YucatánBuenos Días, Yucatán. Bomba.

Stéphane reste seul sur le trottoir. Avec l’ami3, le compagnon, il perd le délicat équilibre financier qu’ils avaient échafaudé. La dure loi de l’économie s’impose. Assis à même le sol, il inventorie dépenses et ressources. Et compte et recompte, chaque poste est détaillé à l’euro près. C’est possible, mais c’est ric-rac. Passent les mois, Stéphane revient, il a gardé le studio, il « travaille » plus souvent. Ce matin, il est déjà au boulot. Je m’étonne – il fait froid. Il préfère les jours froids aux jours humides, le samedi est un bon plan. Il a des projets, il va être prochainement hospitalisé trois jours pour des examens, il parle de scanner puis ira passer une semaine avec sa fille en Bretagne. Elle a 30 ans et habite au Mans.
Quotidien, sans domicile fixe (SDF),
avec domicile fixe (ADF)
Schiltz, p. 181; ¶ 2.

¡Viejas Feas!!! Con Julio Wüereka follows, foto del árbol reflejado por: Saeed Khan (afp) Auckland… El Día en Imágenes; 2023/12/08.

— Now last Eye checked, Le Mans (Mans en Francés) is not really part of the Nantes vibe, which is about to be edited by the Great State of Florida in the sense that in the JULIO GUEREKA (codigo negro) Code Switching of los libros de texto gratuito los esclavos eran los “angelitos” que al pintor se le olvidó pintar.

https ://gallica .bnf .fr /essentiels /anthologie /code-noir / louisianacolony

…note to editors, never mind the revolution run-on {and} the exit witt democracy. I don’t have the luxury of being a Cousin Joe “employee” from the IVY League in Nantucket.

Ahora regresamos con Marie-Ange Schiltz’~es-es

Oh, boy… where’s North? 🖐🏻 🎶 Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb Ear-Ann, —PANAMA 🎸.

La página number 181, ¶aragra¶h tú.

Joe’s employees reveal something WE ALL KNEW 🤯 ALREADY.


And, Cousin Joe, I don’t know what you are you going to talk about mañana, but what Eva your Nantucket minion punditry talks about to-they, Eye knows that it’s Mexican Heritage Weekend at Dodger Stadium, and a very dark blue Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, to welcome Asian Heritage Fortune Cookie Day.

Got depression? Get a “limpia”.

Peligro… MAL27

Intermedio entre Olympiades… all the Guerras that fit.


Previously en la Hidalgo… dirección Tasqueña 🚇, Mexican authorities ignore their own promises to provide mental health care for trauma victims, unofficially, first-hand witnesses overheard a public outreach agent from the Mexican National Guard recommend to a Post Traumatic Stress victim to seek the ‘charisma’ of the nearest “curandera” or, « Madame Ruth, you know, that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth » and, very important KNOT to forget to request a “clean energy” tax deduction receipt for a “limpia 🥚🥛🧄🧙🏿‍♀️ session,” period!

All quiet on The Berlin front.


Todos tus muertos:

Foto of Island by Roger Pérez. Just the facts, over…


Note to editors:

we [the staff] are experiencing signal interference from across la rue du NIL, and because Roger Pérez 🇵🇪 once witnessed that blood-curdling shriek 📡 blaring out of the FM freq’s on 📻 of the kitchen floor, when Pablo from Segovia, Spain, (no-less) went straight to hell, it happened on the very day that Pablo was about to be cremated. Little Ol’ i, (Armando Segovia) mention the artist’s name because of the “transmission” of that departure, however, i must be emphatically clear that this post is not about him (Roger, that…), it is nonetheless, about Lorenzo, dit Lencho, en Castellano del bueno.

Vamos pues, a hacer una “limpia” para la puta “causa »…

📡… Le hospitalizan, le escanean, le analizan y le dan medicamento de punta de lanza. La administración se encarga. El paciente, un tiburón, puede marcharse a su lamentablemente esquina en la acera insolentemente bautizada como la rue de Nil, la calle de moda del barrio, “salario medio 5.000 euros”. Elegante, rebelde y digno, Fabrizio es bien respetado en la zona. El bistró de enfrente sirve cafés especiales que pueden llegar calientes desde el otro lado de la calle. Stéphane _
Page 180 ; ¶ 4.

Fabrice, dit Fabrizio. Fabrizio l’élancé, le rasta, le séropo qui parfois refuse de se soigner. Il ne veut plus vivre, dit-il, plus passer ses journées sur un trot- toir. Il s’invective. Il se révolte. Le virus s’active. Il est hospitalisé, scanner, analyses, médication de pointe. L’administration administre. Le patient requin qué peut sortir vers son infortuné trottoir au coin de la rue du Nil, rue bobo du quartier s’il en est, insolemment dénommée « salaire moyen 5 000 € ». Élégant, rebelle, digne, Fabrizio est estimé dans les parages. Le bistrot d’en face sert des cafés spéciaux, capables d’arriver chauds de l’autre côté de la rue. Stéphane

Page 180 ; ¶ 4

A Closer Look… with all due respect.

s’installe souvent aux côtés de Fabrizio. Les nouvelles sont bonnes. Ils ont un studio en perspective. Ils ont fait leurs calculs, les aides, le RSA et les reve-nus de leur « travail » (faire la manche) : en partageant le loyer, ils assurent. Dernière conversation, dernière « mise à l’abri », Fabrizio décède à l’hôpital. Il ne s’évapore pas pour autant comme tant d’autres, au-dessus de sa place, son ombre s’attarde. Sur le mur, son portrait s’affiche, seules les pluies d’ouest auront raison de la photo.

Page181 ; ¶1

Page181; ¶1:
… a menudo se sienta junto a Fabrizio. Las noticias son buenas. Tienen un depa* en el horizonte**. Han hecho sus cuentas, los subsidios, los recursos de alocación solidaria (RSA, por sus siglas en Francés) y los ingresos de su “trabajo” (mendigar): compartiendo el alquiler, están a salvo. Última conversación, último “refugio”, Fabrizio muere en el hospital. Pero no se evapora como tantos otros, su sombra perdura sobre el local. Su retrato se exhibe en la pared, y sólo las lluvias del oeste lo borrarán.


Previously on Hemp stationary* for Victory… le comenta-ba a Alberto en l’IMER

💡 RIP (14 October 1878* — 1 August 2023)

Le doux Michel, le poète, l’acteur. Il s’allonge volontiers sur un mur avec un livre, prenant la pose d’un Alexandre le Bienheureux. Il tourne dans un film, Versailles, que l’on projette à la Bagagerie. C’est un gourmand, il aime le cervelas, la saucisse du chasseur, spécialité belge que je lui rapporte parfois. Michel s’investit dans la marche de l’association, mais n’est pas toujours net sur lui. Ce jour-là, ils ont, Marie et lui, rendez-vous avec nos édiles. Pour l’occasion, Michel s’est un peu ajusté, mais sans exagération. Soudain, j’entends Marie, agacée : « Michel, tu ne peux pas venir comme ça, tu sens trop le pipi. » Je ris sous cape et le bon bougre, la tête baissée de lui promettre d’être plus propre les jours de représentation officielle. Michel a trouvé un toit chez les Petits Frères des Pauvres. Tout le découragement du monde s’est abattu sur moi, le jour où j’ai rencontré Sébastien dévasté, pleurant son ami Michel. Si Michel n’a pas su garder son logement, c’est à  désespérer de toute action. Je téléphone à Marie, Michel va bien. C’est un autre Michel qui est mort

Marie-Ange Schilt’z (ibid.)
page 183, ¶3

*~. https ://patents .google .com /patent /US214636

WestºSteiºJjin productions in association with:
De Ceglia
… and of–course, Marshall and the Vico Scholarship, present, “A his°tory of ideas 💡  scratch that one, you may use a candle or even fire but you may not use Edison-grade focos.


Let’s Dew The Mat 🤼… Willie Geist stars as president Petro’s son, the Staten Island native has the CUNT-lips to match the Petro…da’llards, that’s for sure.

In Russia, Hemp is outlawed, and Alexei Navalny is sentenced to 19 years in prison.

https ://www .francetvinfo .fr /monde /russie /rusia-alexei-navalny-condenado-a-19-años-de-prisión

Red bud


… and Ana Cabrera, you look awesome in RED.

And, Luc Frelon, fuck you and Donnie Deutsch!
It’s USA, not USE… yor Sum of a bitch.
Get your vowels in order, Eh!
Ah is B4 the mirrored 3.

And futher MORE, eh!
Ewe know that USA is Present.
And, IT!, Should go without metioning,
that USE is the past participle of the Youse!

Me says Oh.


I can see for Davis, UC, check it our Marie-Ange Schiltz, below this here cutline you will find that same HOT-LINK from the opening obituary for an incandescent translation on this particular page, now then, are you ready to C (pronounced like the letter See, or Sea) « Fabrice, dit Fabrizio? »



Sweet Michel, the poet, the actor. He likes to lie on a wall with a book, posing like Alexander the Blessed. He’s immersed* in a film, Versailles, at the time on the screen at La Bagagerie. He’s a gourmet, and loves hot-links*, the hunter’s sausage, a Belgian specialty that I sometimes bring him. Michel is committed to the running of the association, but isn’t always neat about himself. That day, he and Marie have an appointment with our concejales. For the occasion, Michel tidied up himself a little, but without exaggeration. Suddenly, I hear Marie, annoyed: “Michel, you can’t come like that, you smell like pee.” I laugh under my breath and the good fellow, with his head bowed, promises to be tidier on official business* days. Michel found a home with the Petits Frères des Pauvres. All the dismay in the world washed over me the day I met a devastated Sébastien, mourning his friend Michel. If Michel hasn’t been able to keep his quarters, I lose hope* of any action. I telephoned Marie, Michel is fine. It was another Michel who’s dead.

*~. Some might say that them sausages are Swiss, but that is another story, para los muy belgas.

page 180, ¶3

If only the Paris Tourism Board had the fucking Imagination. And, Cousin Joe, please relay to your beau-brother In Poland, that I literally could not make fiction from this pulp if I wanted to, I mean what are the odds:

Digresión para todos los putos, y putas también, de GaBo’ en el IMER.

Y, Alberto… ni modo de decir, o reportar que a GaBo no le gustaba el brisket, o barbacoa culera de Texas, según La Juventud Venezolana (Association 1801 en París, Francia).

https ://norman .hrc .utexas .edu /gabrielgarcíamárquezan-inventory-of-his-papers-at-the-harry-ransom-center

Schtrukturation ingredients — La mezcla:
– 3 costales de cemento
– 2 kilos de WATT?
– 2 rebanadas de Shit-rock
– 16 toneladas de Vittorino.


— The corrupt nature of a sitting president’s son.

1. https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2023/08/03 /mundo /l’hijo-de-gustavo-petro-dice-que-dinero-ilegal-entro-a-campana-presidencial/

— A Polish-based C.E.O. in the coordinates from where Mexican Coca comes from.

2. … Dun-Dun-Dun 📕

— … And of course, Mika is a fucking android! But you are no ghaD-DamneD “blade-runner”, Congressman, fo’Phuks sake Joe, you can’t even roll the Benjamin’s into a straw [pole].

For those who see the news elsewhere

For those who see the news elsewhere

3. … It’s all Chinese ⌨️ to Mí 💰

I hate to say it, but Eye Gknew this.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /club-jazzafip-du-jeudi-22-septembre-2022

Lacias las calabazas, Blandine³ — 47 a.C.: «Veni, vidi, vici»… J.C.

³~. Blandine Hugonnet is BFM’er TV’s, Vatican correspondent and the illegitimate basterd’ love-child of Cardinal Ximénez’s lust for lusitaniens en Lisboa.

On a They like To They… It’s OVER CAPACITY DAY.


🎶 Se suma un nuevo sonido a las orquestas del día:
in Rome, Pope Sixtus IV appoints Fray Tomás de Torquemada as Inquisitor General of Castile and León by bull, a position that he would extend to Aragon , Catalonia and Valencia (another bull) on October* 17 of the same year, and which would make him the first inquisitor general for all of Spain, next to Cardinal XIMÉNEZ, off–course.

The first bullfight is held in Pamplona. A Christian and a Moor, arriving from Zaragoza, fight and kill two bulls in the presence of King Carlos II of Navarra.

Across The Atlantic… “Nobody expects The Spanish Inquisition!³

John Hancock acts all French in Philadelphia.

The signing of the United States Declaration of Independence took place.

and in Washington, Mika Brzezinski could not stop stroking her Stylo… but Öüï has nothing to do with that. She’s Electrik, she’s in a family full of, you know, Varsoviennes from Poland.

Ladies in Gemini, please stand-by for Wednesday. Right now it’s another micro-segment of “Yup, it used to be called The School of The Americas” but after the Noriega incident at PANAM[E] in the ANTHROPOCENO the Academy just learned to better manage them Lethal Eras in one Military Center.

Brigadier General Moussa Salaou Barmou, was trained by the U.S., making the Nigerien coup the 11th in West Africa since 2008 to involve U.S.-trained military officers.

https ://www .democracynow .org /2023/8/1 /niger_coup


https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Anthropocene

Blandine’s Sopa de Flor de Calabazas Lacias


Reichskanzler Adolf Hitler becomes Führer of Germany following the death of President Paul von Hindenburg… and Zeppelin, don Alberto Nájar, —GOES HERE, maddafakka!

47 years in the future, in the month of October, “en octubre tenía que ser“, Ron “ramón” Quintana would inspire a young Reichskanzler to embark on his BLITZKRIEG over Europe.

But FO’ist, it’s been brought to our attention that aside from enabling thugs en las jacarandas de la EMBAJADA de Francia el “la Hidalgo”, Jean-Pierre there is also hooking that fucking “ardillo” up with full-retirement, medical, RSA, unemployment and a suite a with view to the Ambassador’s bathroom.

HEMP FOR VICTORYbut you better not smoke that joint, Bogart.


The Marihuana Tax Act is passed in The United States, the effect of which is to render marijuana and all its by-products illegal… including in 2021, THE CONSTITUTION³ of Them United States in América.

³~. 86 years later, President Donald John Trump*, the 45th U.S. President since General George Washington crossed the POTOMAC, would use that loop-hole to ride a legal defense on his TREASON indictment like a motherfucking LIGHTING working the EGGS BENEDICT buffet.

*~. Lest you forget, ANA Cabrera at 2 rue de SWAN SONG at Saint-Denis, France, that the U.S. Constitution was inked on stationary made from PULP FICTION.

With that on the background, we now return to another segment of the dis-articulation of Marie-Ange’s cadre on the Wall, and if your name is Roger Pérez 🇵🇪 please be advised that on tonight’s feature we (the staff of this most non-consequential blog) are going to be featuring one of your famous photographs, the one of “Fabrice” do you remember “Fabrice”, mister Peréz? Because if you do, then I would like to remind the A., that this post is not about you, but about that other 1801 association in France, I can’t remember the name but it’s the one that handles the graves 🪦 and etches the SDF’s names on a yearly balance sheet for La Ciudad de París… you know, just like Dr. Schiltz does for the CNRS.

https ://www .mortsdelarue .org/

In can décente pas le Prévert..



Iraq invades Kuwait³, eventually leading to the Gulf War. 

³~. At the time, dear ANA Cabrera, Öüï [the staff] were on our way to AUSTRALIA via Mazatlán, Sin-Aloha, but Destiny’s Child would have other plans for Mí, and the rest went all as Chech & Chong warned U.S., “Up In Smoke ».

Société de presse
News Corp utilise l’IA pour produire
3 000 reportages locaux australiens par semaine

https ://www .theguardian .com /media /2023 /aug /01 /news-corp-ai-chat-gpt-stories

… la del ESTRIBO:

GHW Bush: “I don’t care what the facts are»


(‘George Herbert Bush: «I don’t care what the facts are, I will never apologize for the United States»’), one month after the U.S. cruiser Vincennes shot down an Iranian civilian A-300 Airbus with a missile, killing its 290 occupants.

Sources: https ://es .wikipedia .org /wiki /2_de_agosto #cite_ref-1
Fuentes: https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /August_2

Yes, Öüï knew this – your farts smelled like tortillas

Header subject to change… you French Phucks 🍟

I love horse racing, period.


Silly Love Songs 🐏, it’s an El Ey thing, to understand you’ll need to consult The Frisco Kids:

But first… it’s Arthur Aitch (h) 👺💨


Eye is here fo’Yer soul, phuckers. Don’t fear Macario.

In the meantime, we now ketch-up with the CNRS Special Editions series, Los Clochardos de Doña Vilma–en Châtelet:

It’s like one-hundred Frida’s and all the mercado de abastos, and a French 🇨🇵 Ambassador 🤺 de pilón. No GASpil’age allowed.

Back to Sébastien. It’s springtime, and he’s putting down roots on the sidewalk. Sometimes I stop, sometimes I walk around him – the guy’s too wacky. Today is his birthday, fifty-something; all the suffering in the world is in him. He looks at his hands, turns them, shows them to me. His fingers are swollen, deformed by abuse, the street, misery. Sébastien cries out for his life, I can do nothing for him, I remain silent. He too, disappears. I see him again in autumn, lying on a metro vent on rue de Rivoli. He shares the grate with another companion in misfortune. I pass by. On our last meeting, breaking the rule, he hits me up for cash. I abandon my principles, I know what to expect. A few hours later, he’s slumped on the floor, two bottles of rosé by his side. Alcohol kills slowly, sometimes too slowly.


Tacos – Flautas – Gorditas – Sopes… just don’t drink the water.


¶2 p. 180

In Marie-Ange Schiltz’s «Rag time comedy hour »… It’s a re-play.