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In Krispy Knews… WATTabbottisms?

Tuesday’s Gone (Free-Form Wednesday follows)

Rick “Wild Thing” Vaughn is at the mound and it’s insane and uncanny at the same time just how much the batter at the plate looks a lot like Charlie Sheen.

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Over at Guardians 🪶 territory, The Cleveland Indians just scalped the CARITAS crowd in MAGA-evangelist island.

 

Deer, Amb.J-P Asvazadourian, in Paris, France, the Kat’s already been skinned, chewed and, spitted-out on Second base, in Hilo, Hawaii, however, your most very best excellent pussy cat Diego is being all phunny with the 12-year old ardillita de Nuts the squirrel 🐿️.

Los Aristopedophiles, based on the debased story of “Don Gato y su pandilla” y “Los kittens de Siamese Sánchez”…

It’s only 22 days until the next Blue Moon in the Sky Gig and 138 24-hour periods until Christmas and in to theys Krispy Knews (Ho, Ho, Jo!), American Dogs got fat and went the way of Rome. And across Ventimiglia Hills and over la Promenade des Rosbifs…

Any how, on today’s editon of Mika’s Shawl, Mika went over Menton and Monaco and found the Cap d’Ail the perfect place to go over Cousin Joe’s big noggin and she invited (all by her lonesome) Governor Krispy into the Rockefeller set. The routine played like an Abbott and Costello sketch, and in the spirit of a Christmas countdown discount on a lay-a-way plan, Cousin Joe opened up the piggy bank and splurged on the treats.

Across The Atlantic, the new Public Broadcast Service moderator for Washington Weekly can’t be bothered on the Morjo Show when asked to explain how the Republican Party got to it’s current MAGA cult conditioning format relaying that bucket of AMERICANA over to former Secretary of State, Hillary Rodham Clinton… Secretary Clinton for her part blamed it on Eleanor Rigby’s so-called lonely peoples, but father McKenzie could not confirm Ms. Rigby’s involvement with “The Loners”, in response to Secretry Clinton’s comments, Father McKenzie brought up the WATTabbottism of the “Hillary’s Honduran holiday” in 2009 when “Billy’s wife” failed to call a SPADE a COUP and instead called a CLUB a KIDNAPPING in “pura vida³” mode.

³~. Costa Rica & Usbek

And Hillary R.C., I blame Rachel Maddow’s “Hamburgers in Paradise” at 3 a.m. in the morning (no less) and Joe Scarborough’s Unesco’s connection at Buzzfeed dot France for all the loneliness of the month of August in Paris, France. But that’s on the préfecture de police catalogue, at ODeon place.

Context on “Oh, hi Oh!” follows… Abort, abort, abort…

 

Over at Progressive Field in Columbus guardians 🪶 territoires abortion is on the ballot 🗳️ box. And in Paris, I take my milk with café cargado con miel… cafecito is on Saturday mornings car°tunes with Miami’s favorite Korean, Katy Phangs.

But seriously… who let Costello in, —Fredo Corleone?

The loneliest Trinity residents.

 

Previously on, her farts smelt of Oñions 🧅

Synopsis: Kris Kryspy is running for sainthood en Tegucigalpa.

By-the-güey, hoy no hubo IMER noticias, but that is ok because mister Nájar don’t CARE when his correspondents are in BELÉM, BRAZIL. It’s the last summit on world climate before the ALIENS that ZANE ZELINSKY warned the world about back in 1995 and 1996 take over the world… thanks, OBAMA! 

WaWa Segment from LA Canopée, et vualá!

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Swatting not squatting — Never mind BASE-ketball here comes base-BOX

Intermission remains in effect.

Section 230, at 3 Rockefeller Plaza…

Smile, Juanito Guanavacoa stars as the shifty taxi driver in Tú-LA, Hidalgo, in Central Mexico.

 

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For context, Cousin Joe at the Morjo Show was ringing the Emerson Brothers bell. At Botzaris near la rue Hidalgo en Buttes Chaumont (home of the Puebla–en–nogada Pavillon) Juanito Guanavacoa was trying to polish his own knob by pulling an :

I (Juanito Guanabacoa) re-discovered Armando Lenin Salgado (El Halconazo 1971), and I (Francisco Belmont) am going to bring him to Paris, so that I (Juanito Belmont) too, may play the harmonica at the Beaubourg like Malik « the Sweed » Bendjelloul did.

Congratulations to the Swedish soccer team on their victory of the U.S. ⚽ team at the Oceania World Cup. Aussie, penalties down under in Australia are the Ene- Mí, I have said it once, and I repeat that again, ibid.

Eye is complementing the Plaint, not you Tim Miller, Ewe bean-eating motherfucker, what are you, part of Sam Stein’s tribe at Politico, or just another beaner on the M🦚TV?

 

30. Arguing that Rodriguez (Sixto) is superior to Robert Zimmerman (Dylan). A charge all the more pungent as the person concerned is a virtual unknown, whose first two albums released forty years ago went unnoticed… except in Australia and South Africa, where he became a “cult” without knowing it . The success of the documentary Sugar Man gives him his revenge… at 70 years old.

Note to editors:
Armando Lenin Salgado died in 2018, as usual, “[A]ll characters and events in this post—even those based on real people—are entirely fictional. All celebrity quotes are impersonated… poorly³“.

¹~. De sapientia veterum, by Francis Bacon in Arthur Weststeijn’s, “The Power of « Plaint Stuff »: Fables and Frankness in Seventeenth-Century Dutch Republicanism”.

³~. South Park, the Francis Bacon episode, “the fable serves as a very appropriate expedient for instruction and persuassion, the higher goals of rhetoric beyond simple entertainment and delight.”¹

¹§~. I am paraphrasing here, but what’s his name, Arthur… delivers a double-header that would split ol’ Janus into a precautionary cousin of Twentyfirst-century WATTabbottisms on Second Base at the “Progressive Field” in former Indian 🪶 territory, now it’s nothing more than Guardians stomping grounds: Chicago 🧦 is DOWN! CHICAGO 🧦 IS DOWN! ibid 🧦… and below you’ll C–Y.

Previously on The Arrival : well slap Mí silly, They Live! 👓

 

Disclaimer: I am not French, never will be… that is to say, in the i’s and e’s of the following individuals:

° Georgina Moreno (y todo el puto ensamble de morena-francia)

° Alicia Leo’s (y ciertos mariachis huapangeros del FANdanGO de la escena europea).

° Jorge Harmodio (y los Amigos mexicanos de Pablo Gleason en Francia).

little ol’ I, i am KNOT 🪢 qualified to “Analyze This,” Fockers… but I sure [do] have the compétences.

For starters, getting back to the Six degrees of Francis Bacon, Arthur Weststeijn pulled an “opposing view points”⁸ on Sir Francis’-es take on the fable, I’m paraphrasing off–course, but just as Bacon (no relation to Kevin) defended the old fabulists like what’s his name, Aesop? Sir Francis also reserved the fear of pre-occupying himself with populists who turn fables into the Gospel of the church of The Sacred Bleeding Heart of Latter Theys Evangelical Scientology en la calle Stanton de El Paso, Texas.

So there’s that.

 

Back on the chain gang… Santa Cassez, ruega por ellos, ellas y …’s-es-es.

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 _
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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

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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.

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… 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.

 

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