Tag Archives: “So it goes…” – Kurt Vonnegut

Son las 6 de la mañana con 30 minutos en el IMER — Chile en Nogada para La Guadalupana

Sin Embargo 🖕🏼 Tracy Lords knows I'm a voooo

Merci, Mercier 🇨🇦 for The Mexican Suitcase de Capa, o como dijo Peter Cat:
Look darling, I suggest we hurry
The stars and all the gravy
They’re burning out and
Now they’re through
That time we never wanted 🧳
Is now put into practice 📐✒️
Oh baby I know
Just let me be

En Paris, Beaubourg, son las 14h30… y el cuarto, en segundos te lo armo y te lo regalo… Welcome To The Hotel California, so it goes… And Take It, to the limit, —Oh’güan more time.

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Re°Cap°i°Tú—LANDO… 🏎️ llegáremos des-pas-ito 🏁, but first I just want to say that I fucking miss LUISA IGLESIAS y no solamente la “structureyschion” de sus colores Mr. Floyd. 

Me Sube La Bili-Rubi-Na en Menos de lo que canta un cuarto… regresamos después de que cure “el Chemo” mi Luisa, y ya por favor deja la Calleja, yi’asta espejeas* con la morrilla del Haragán y Cía.

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Note to editors:
Hola, guapo, yeah Ewe with the BBC credentials:
… [d]on’t READ that, REED thisThis is the heavy heavy monster PARAGRAPHThe nuttiest WO’ID aroundSo if you’ve come in off the streetAnd you’re beginning to feel the heatWell, listen busterYou better start to move your feetTo the rockinest, rock-steady beatOf Madges*One step beyond 

I’ve seen that arch durante El día de La Candelaria, Raquelito.

Hey, Évry body…

Ewe Could Bee My Lucky Star, *it’s MADNESS!!!

Breaking on the Morjo Show… “Shut the Fuck Up!!! » Jaime Lee Curtis is about to blow Joe Scarborough. It’s Madnessssssss! Évry Where… “Established Connection”.

 

I now return to AYOTZINAPA para Espontáneos… “Los funcionarios son funcionarios y no se puede manchar una institución como Emmaüs Agora por un incidente », said the Mexican President of —méxico—  o algo así. Lo cierto, como dijo TONY PALMA, “yo no puedo hacer nada porque la cosa es política.”

But First, what’s happening with La S.R.E. en La Bourse, Metro L3?

BISHOPS ACCOUNTABILITY:

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Norberto Rivera CARRERA y Juan Sandoval ÍÑIGUEZ

Mexicanos en el exterior:

Across the imaginary border between La France and Le BeNeLux, we NOW KNOW that another Mexican is missing in Europe, this fellow went missing after leaving a hospital following a “garde a vue” en Bruselas.

A Closer Look… Soy, un perdedor. The Winner is: La Valentina

El Carnal de las estrellas de HAUSSMANN 🎩 in reel 🎥 time.

 

🎶 Forces of evil in a boNzo nightmare…

It’s another edition of “Miss Heard’s Lyrics” from The Mothership.

“Cut it…”,  it’s an “off-the-record” mouvement.

 

Soy sauce, it’s like an army without a compass. So, for all intents and purposes, right now it’s Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and 2011 in Famaºgusta, Chipre, and my 16 hundred horses have been delayed on their way to Havre, the same port from which Alexis Tocqueville, de Francia set sail from on it’s way to claim Democracy for General Phillipe Petin, or something along them stitches 🪡.

🥢 🥡 🥢

And, the chilaquiles just don’t care… because El sope está enºtoºmatadoº, pass La Valentina³

³~. So, in the times of “las lágrimas de perro” por pillo, Clemente 🐔 Jacques industrialized a salsa 🌶️ that those French motherfucker’s from the Great State of Delaware-sur-Potomac, baptized as Salsa 🕺🏽 Búfalo… it had a shelf-life, so by the Time that EL GATT 😼 entró en México, and all of the nuclear engineers emigrated to Los Ángeles, California, to become taxi drivers, or Robert Downey Junior’s, gardeners, there was only one thing that Sean Penn (that motherfucker) could do, The Stark Coffee Company diversified onto Clemente’s territory and introduced la salsa Valentina, it’s like Siriachia with no shelf-life, legend has it that OPPENHEIMER stole the recipe from a burrito vendor on the SET of {Fat Man} and {Little Boy} in San José de Las Panochas, Durango.

It’s been done before.

In Local Twitter® news:

Hear Ye’ — hear Ye’, the French Ambassador to México, the Excelentísimo señor Jean-Pierre Asvasadourian, or his Twitt Monkees, have muted my CONºVERSºATION tamaulipeca from his pretty-little Mexican 🌮 PROºPAºGanda 🥐.

What’s the matter, mister Excmo., are you like French, or just a little CUNT?

If only the Paris Tourism Board
had the fucking Imagination.

Context? Ewe can’t handle the context*.

 

📯

Not unlike the moral right in the Trapeze of Jason Mott³, a British cunt who claims that he wrote “A Hell of A Book” but that nigger doesn’t even know what trou tacos taste like, let alone what a Mexican Peso is worth, he inherited cotton but never had to pick the bol’ :

Page 58…

I STEP OFF THE PLANE LOOKING LIKE A MILLION EUROS AND FEEL-ing like about two pesos.

³~. Hell of a book, by Jason Mott, a British cunt in my faction.

Outshined? C’mon now Minnesota, North Carolina, the two Virginia’s and CaCa’laki (South Carolina) ain’t got nothing on Tabasco, the original, not that acid vinegar from New Orleans.

Book it! The entire FICTION Phucks. And here is why, on the same motherfucking page, and the one before (nº 57, if youse keeping count of them cunts) because it is obvious that the jury panel either skipped the Angry Husband on a hot airplane landing or those sons-of-bitches don’t know what “So it goes” is supposed to mean, and if Mott was being “ironic” like a Pearl Jam³ fan, then he clearly’s never been to DRESDEN EN TIEM-pos de hambre en Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

³~. Or fans of Serge Gainsbourg who come to the Ol’ Alice Cooper nightmare shack to search for the precise word, which of course in-and-of itself is always a “con” and not a SANS.

Page 57/58:

Hell of a Book tour takes me out of the Midwest—with it’s flat earth and angry husbands— and deposits me somewhere on the West Coast this time, yada, yada, yada…

¶ … yada, yada, … In Florida—I remember sweaty armpits and air humid enough to drink— {kinky⁸}…

The plane landing out west is a little bumpier than expected. Yada, yada, yada… —from the fuselage to fun-sized pretzel bag— is shaking, So naturally, I assume we’re in a free fall and death 

End of page 57.

Meanwhile at The Toledo…

Start of page 58:

is imminent. I reach out and grab the hand of the man sitting next to me and tell him I love him, I’m proud of him, and that I hope there are Nic Cage movie marathons in the afterlife.

Then the announcement comes that we’ve landed wherever we are and everything between me and the gentleman next to me feels odd and out of place all of a sudden.

So it goes. 🛬

Tabasco. Birth place of the current Mexican President, just south of La Louisiana, and in this section the student will remember that salsa 🌶️  has no correlation to merengues 🥐. This is your cue to ignore the CAUCES in translation.

As Promised… una de Mel Brookz.
— So, mister “Beck”, it says here that, « In the time of chimpanzees » you was a monkey. How do you explain, la Scientology, you son-of-a-bitch?

After the break, it’s a Closer Look.

Same STING, different Angle 📐… The Police

Breaking news, in local news:

Eh_En el Noh_OMBRE del cielo 🎶 Oh_Os pido posada, pues Noh_Oh puede AND{ar}—Mí {y} Esposa, Amada.

In Hilo, Hawaii it’s the 23h o como dice el francés en rue Sentier… TEN de la mañana in So It Goes…

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For the Fifth light! Your Clutch sucks 🕎 period!

Keschovas has left the building, Bitch’s Been Eeh-Vick-Ted… again.

Sources close to, “the pusher” relay that … Denis Soula, that motherfucker, CRACKed OPen a Sandinista special on DEM “hard pipe–hittin’ niggas” on Yester They “allegretto junior », and Neymar 🇧🇷 could knot, resist.

 

Dr. Poisson won’t let Mí lie: your FRAME is bland, to say the least.

But seriously, Eye took apart your rig and the Motel de Matiñon 👮🏻 is overcharging for the bloody curtains and the cum’ soaked sheets.

At the Moo-vies: Andrew McCarthy stars as the inspiration to Lamborghini, the movie, not the brand, Eye mean, just look at that Duck, of course Ewe would have to triangulate Molly’s Ring in Paris so that the Emily crowd knows what them Revvies are talking ‘Bout 🥊

Uso Justo de todos los Números³

3~. Nombres en (VF)

MO’idEr By Numbers: Dig It (X3).

 

… By the numbers.

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Not only is Marruecos the FO’ist African nation to reach such heights at the WC, Casablanca is now challenging its Anglo tocayo³ in Washington, D.C., in the arms race to the Ukraine. Eye literally cannot make this shit up, MariWanEau (🇲🇦), but “So It Goes”, news from the source relay that Qatar is the FO’ist WC to come up with a carbon-copy edition of a Who-Done-It Murder at the Fútbol Stadium gameboard, with Monopoly characters, —no less. TROU 🕳️ A.I. Story.

Tocayo:
homonyme, ouais
³~. m. et f. Qui concerne de ongle la personne,autre Quoi ont son même nom.

Source: Real Academia Española … Árabe.

Kashmir goes here, in local news, Morocco not only recaptured Andalucía, the motherfuckers also took Portugal back from the Brazilians.

 

Casablanca… Aux Champs-Elysées.

At the European Union Foundation Fund, las mariposas colombianas can’t shine a light on the Qatari favors at the  🇪🇺  Parliament , anyhow, Cookie Monster 🇫🇷 is up at the first half.

The nerve of them Mariposa Colectivo de Colombia.

 

… Well, that 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 penalty kick went looking for Lucy in The Sky, not sure if there are any diamonds up there though, Cookie 🍪 Monster vS. Marruecos is looking like a likely match to come… 8 min’ left.

TFI (those motherfuckers) are not cutting the chord this time around, but BBC 1 did.

The following must be read in a Congressman Scarborough voice, with a Redneck Riviera accent, SyMon que Si.

 — My fellow Floribamans, you know the thing about Messi Kane, is that Messi Kane always fails to deliver on the big stage. This is why the Rosbifs 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 need to re-adjust their priorities ahead, and let the Cross Dressers 🦌up in Edinburgh go their own way.

… and Willie Geist, even though, neither NBC nor the BBC, B.B. King
And Doris Day, —Matt Busby! Of all Scots, have confirmed this, Jacob H. Maguire is indeed my illegitimate bastard Rosbif son. And I am disowning him for the second WC in a row.

Son of a Scarborough

 

The thing is, Willie Geist, that I got a Brit heifer pregnant early in My Life, I just can’t remember the place, —where.

But, Willie Geist, that doesn’t even matter just look at the noggin’ on them shoulders over that NUMBER 6, with them Latter Saints They looks on that chap he would fit right in at any Sundown county South of the Mason-Dixon line. He sure would.

I say to hell with the Brits, the whole lot of EM#!!! They don’t deserve The Falkland Islands nor a mulligan for the Brexit fuck up.

And, “Men in Blazers”, fuck you too!

God Save The Emir 👑

…

11 – 11 – 11 {42nd Street via the Armistice cul de sac}

2011 – Francisco Blake Mora, Mexican lawyer and politician, Mexican Secretary of the Interior (b. 1966).

 

“Hoy recordamos a Juan Camilo Mouriño a tres años de su partida, un ser humano que trabajo en la construcción de un México mejor”

Francisco Blake Mora, 4 de noviembre, 2011.

Las flautas ain’t nutting but rolled-up crispy tacos, here’s the recipe-esse-€$€!

From El Monte, CA, to Athens, GA… La Nuit de LA Philosophie ain’t nuttin’ but a French Taco 🌯.

Garçon! — FLAUTAS!?!? Flautas nada mas las de El Canario, en la Carretera Panamericana en Ciudad Juárez Chihuahua… also known as “tacos d’El Dorado”.

 

In Mexico, just in time to celebrate the End of The War, the Hitler Youth from Vigo, Spain, will be performing “Les Frères de La Marseillaise” with a flute sticking out of their CULOS.

Los hijos de Santiago Abascal en Acción Nacional, un evento patrocinado por Andy García y El Yunque (cristeros de Los Altos de Jalisco).

 

The event was sponsored by The Melle. Pitch Award and, « los amigos de México en El Circo HOUCKE », at Le Grand Palais during a rendition of the “celebrated” L’ÂME DES CAMPS.

1918 – World War I: Germany signs an armistice agreement with the Allies in a 🚂 railroad car in the forest of Compiègne.

1889 – The State of Washington is admitted as the 42nd state of the United States of America… The Times They (aren’t) changing, just ask the INDUSTRIAL WORKERS of the WORLD in the year of Ken Burns, Lord in 1919, in Centralia, Washington.

1885 — George S. Patton, American general, and General Pershing’s headhunter resets his days on this planet and he lands a role in the Antonio Banderas Hollywood classic, “Old Gringo”, based on the story of Kurt Vonnegut who hated jazz and especially, jazz mixed with Pancho Villa.

1922 – Kurt Vonnegut, American novelist, short story writer, and essayist is born on Armistice They (d. 2007)

Oyé XI… ya’ commie bastard! You feeling Japanese? Or are you just happy to see Admiral Stradivarius ordering SUSHI 🍣.

 

1928 – Carlos Fuentes, Mexican novelist  and essayist cried his first Grito in, wait for, IT!, wait… PANAMA! (d. 2012)

Suicide Blonde… no se vaya, —deteniendo. It’s called IN–er… tia. After the break, it’s AUSTRALIAN RHULES FOOTBALL… for Phags.

But first, it was 1974 in Saint–Germaine-in–Laye, Louis Dieudonné de Bourbon resets his life form as a Hollywood pornographic actor named Leonardo DiCaprio ⚜️.

Oyé Leo… stop eating Las Vaquitas en La Paz, Cabo Wabo ∵ Baja California Sur is not Versailles, —motherfucker!

Rugby 🏉… and that is all Eye is going to say, ∵ son Bien MONTONEROS.

 

KILGORE WAS A FAG, Blondie. Oddball told Mí, so.

 

… Down Under, you ain’t in Kansas anymore.

…

Atlantis…

…

Ladies in Gemini: the gun lobby

“Let’s invest in our children”.

ketch up on aisle 6… https ://www .newsweek .com /ballistic-blankets-children-shot-maureen-oconnell-fox-news-school-uvalde-texas-1709955

Here’s your duckie, Heilemann. Any other request you might crave?

Now is the time to invest in ballistic blankets four classrooms. And don’t forget to invest also in threat assessment seminars for your INDEPDNDENT  School District.

Forget a budget for the Arts, tell your school board council that there are thousands of ways that our Brand could turn your KINDERGARTEN and/or ELEMENTARY institutions into fortresses.

After the break it’s, “In Search of panochas” in the House of Pain (kM. cero)

∇ — Backward difference

Îlle de LA Cité, Europa_ House of “pain”, vicinity Notre Dame de Paris. Pinche Esmeralda is nowhere to be found.

After an exhaustive search, Öüï regrets to inform the panocha lovin’ crowd, that ICI:

So basically, nuttin’ knew under the son.

Rien de panochas, entre les biscochos.

The Sisters at The Houses of The Holies, just up Lagrange —goD bless their sol{e}s— however, stand behind the infectious buds behind that yeast, but still no conchas en el aparador… puro baguette y sepa-la-verga cuál “TraDiTion“… the “3” in them wingspans sure is reminiscent of that Greek fucker and his “challenge”, take for instance page xiii of that Emotional Goleman in his Intelligence book, or something like that, the thing is Öüï is tryin’ to figure out what in the Wild World of Sirens would drive a fellow to RIP the references out of a tome and Öüï runs into this little narration:

{and}

mind you that this is from like the Nickelback era or something like that in, 2006.

 

If I tell you that BEFORE the next morning edition at BFMTV another Shooting will have been consumed you’d say that I have a problem.

California ECLIPSE IN NOW IN SESSION

Perhaps the most disturbing single piece of data in [this] book comes from massive survey of parents and teachers and shows a WORLDWIDE {∇} trend for the more lonely and depressed, more angry and UNRULY, more nervous and prone to worry, more impulsive and agressive.

∇.~ BULLSHIT!
Öüï now knows that This SO-CALLED,
“more lonely and depressed, more angry and UNRULY, more nervous and prone to worry, more impulsive and agressive” trend is EXCLUSIVE to a BRAND of EXEPITIONALISM where guns and PATRON… lots and lots of PATRON, which the world just learned means “ammo” in FRENCH, and where “STAND YOUR GROUND” is the law of the land.

— Patrón, ya llegó el patron de LVIV… ¿’Onde lo pongo?

¡Pfft! Phebruary nineteenth hundred and 45

KILROY WAS HERE

Ketch-Up, little tiger… and Ewe’r not foolin’ anyone with Ken Salazar’s variety of 🤠 hats, Joe Rogan.

After the break, The GO’ill de Niza takes a trip with Jimmy Pilgrim to Tramafladoria and visits a Zoo in Vincennes.

And in Nice, the Phoenician ate all of pissaladière de les niçoises… BUT FO’ist!!! The fip sirens are boxing-up all of our tropes and De Nise Soula (that motherfucker) is curing an Old Ham and flushing all of the Rolling Stones themes down the WaWa’Loo—man!!!

Thème for a Rolling Stone by Oldham Andrew Orchestra (1966).
@—¿—@

Eye saved Andy Warhol… Only on La Tribune de les Críticos de l’Histoire de discos on the Jukebox.

And, GO’ill de Misa, how’bout that Mass, eh? A Catholic with a Lutheran spirit, sounds like a job for SANTO El eNMasCarado de Planta.

Quick! Get me the Chairman of The Board!… ZOOLANDER is At, IT!, again. And he is making RACHEL MADDOW eat her Gazpacho, 🍅 microwaved.

The Humanity… of BLUE DEMON y El Huracán RAMírez.

 

 

 

Previously on the PABST BLEU SCEAU… Fable CLXXXII* 2e Planche

You Dry SOCIETY³, pronounced Oudry, as in:

Les Années FIP
Are you serious (2016)
LABEL
LOMA VISTA

https ://www .grimmstories .com /language .php?grimm =020&l=es&r=fr
Le vaillant petit tailleur (Sept d’un coup) on Page 8 below, of course.

El Último Sastrecillo Valiente De Fontana near LA… A See Plus Canal Más Production in colaboration with RUST in Arizona and the Rittenhouse “Fusil de Cha{s}se” in Oregon.

Jupiter Et Le Passager
page 33 of FABLES
of don Juan de La Fuente
Illustrees par:
J & B OuDry… as in Canada Dry~Oudry ese.
Diane de Selliers, Éditeur, 1992

And did Öüï happen to mention that Sophia Loren sang the Mexican National Anthem to the beat of “El Respeto al Derecho Ajeno es la Paz, Baja California Sur, o La Paz, Bolivia, o La Pas de Calais… if you want »

So gather along the previously identified Eco-Jardin de La Nouvelle France (PLANK #12) and meet Mr. Flip-flop, REYNOLD ARNOULD, who in 1938 got the second place in the “go to ROME” painting contest with his most depressing and Eye quotes:

GAGNARAS TU PAIN con el sudor de tu frente. A frame that depicted the Garden of Eden right at the time when Jim Morrison was telling EVE to eat from the Flame of Prometheus, or some mythical son of a Titan like that.

As Öüï {probably had} mentioned {before}, the prize for winning the “Go to Rome” paint prize was a RESIDENCY to Rome; in artistic terms this is like a sabbatical for an academician from Mexico in Paris. Room and Board and all the chicks for free. For Free, Eye tell Ewe!!!.

Since Arnoud could only obtain the second stand at that gig, Arnoud did not go To ROMA, instead he ate cock in France.

Unlike Marcelo Ebrard², who thought that he could change the mood for the original THEME of REYNOLD ARNOUD painting for a happy one, Arnould took the first prize to Rome in 1939…

The Gall of France to deny REYNOLD a trip to the SEVEN HILLS and the Irony that it was with the framing of the Fall of Humanity on oil and canvas, not on a wall. But hey, Reynold was, like most artists a fickle fuck, and so he changed the THEME and the mood for a HAPPIER one, like the ONE that CARLOS SLIM just pulled on the Mexican front, with Mika’s Big Hairy Pussycat.

In 1939, REYNOLD returned to the Trip to ROME Residency prize and, did Öüï mentioned that the former Culture Minister Arnoud was a fickle fuck?
His winning obra in 1939 was a version of THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON, but with Super Bowl Stadium-Grade lighting. Es decir, Susana Sirena Puveda:

LA PAIX, QUI RAPPROCHE LES PEUPLES. Un cuadro that was inspired by The Horn of Abundance or Cor{azó}NuCopia.

And ISSYn’t, It! IRONIC — Alanis Morri…seth, motherfucking Germans lost the first WWI so, says one plank along La AVE. FDR right in front of the Berlin Embassy, and so the Krouts went ahead and started a new ONE via POLAND. But Öüï has nothing to do with that.

Sin Embargo, the world and its CURRENT EVENTS [at the time] liked the first painting that Mr. “I rebuilt LE HAVRE” {…} after the Brits bombarded that port following the liberation of Omaha Beach, why? Ask Vonnegut… “So It Goes.”

Can you say BREXIT, wait for IT!, wait.

The thing is, because THE WORLD was at WAR and ITALY occupied by Charlie Chaplin, REYMOND didn’t go TO ROMA, instead, Mr. Arnoud went to NICE, Côte d’Azure near Ventimiglia, not Ventimille , where the Culture Minister probably ate French cock throughout his RESIDENCY near La Promenade des Anglais.

 

Nice… of all places.

“The alleged attacker is described by police as a North African and aged in his thirties,” reported The Independent from the Promenade de los Rosbifs.

🎶 And yes, yes
God is good.
Yes—God is great
Yes, yes, yes—yes.

Must Eye draw you fuckers a picture of Her?

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“So it goes.”

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🎶 Joan Osborne: What if doG had a CallSign, or something like D.A.T..