R.I.P. Big Bird. 📯
Here’s the headline buried in the lead 🗞️ 🌬️
🎶 Alright, alright, — All Right… The Télévision will Not be Revolutionalized
To they’s child is being brought to Ewe by Marjolena Kalten-Porten Simone 🎹 and the Letter L.
Imagine, that.
Fortuna fortuita, from the wires:
The Vatican just revolutionized the way it investigates apparitions and other mystical phenomena around this Chica Mary and her holy hymen.
So… look!
Up in the Sky.
Last night,
the Sun, Jupiter and of course, Selene
are all lined up.
This trajectory is said to be in opposition…
just in case you want a REVOLUTION.
And starring as John Lennon — Saint Roch
…
Then and Now follows… Page 182, ¶ 2:
Le revêche Zoran, sur sa chaise roulante, passe de l’entrée du métro aux sous-sols des Halles. Je l’interpelle par son prénom ; le regard soupçonneux, il me dévisage sans me reconnaître. Je me présente. Il se renfrogne, hoche la tête et décline le contact. Parfois, il partage son bout de chaussée sous l’auvent du métro avec d’autres compagnons³ et sa radio. Il vieillit vite. La dernière fois, il dormait, cassé sur le rebord de son fauteuil dans un sous-sol quelconque du Forum des Halles, à côté d’un ascenseur. Ne dort-il jamais dans un lit ? Comment fait-il pour vivre à la rue, prisonnier de sa chaise ? Ces questions s’ouvrent sur un gouffre que je ne me sens pas le courage d’explorer.
All You Need Is Love…
And if you are in an Hilo, Hawaii, Time Frame of Mind, then you know that Cousin Joe is getting the SIT-REP about the West Bank Settlers (extremely racist JEWS) who are beating up Christian-faith Palestinians.
Over at The Left Bank in Paris, France, Öüï ketches-up with Marie-Ange Schiltz and PERSEUS, of all myths, who just cut a cyst below the knees of a time-keeping floosy with a particular taste for the stamp of Lys, à Montpellier-de-Languedoc.
https ://asegovia3 .com /2023/10/06 /the-fry-attachment-rate-by-francois-a-la-patate/
Love Is All You Need…
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 and his radio³, with other companions. 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.
The last time that Öüï touched base with Marie-Ange, she was strolling along Montparnasse, and running onto Brits on the streets, just as HAMAS would was getting ready to bite back the HAND 🫵 IN 🇮🇱 ISRAEL, which created that particular terrorist group in the FIRST PLACE.
Good thing it’s Friday, and Medhi Hasan has a clause in his contract to put Joe Scarborough in his fucking place. And, Lt. Col. Peter Lerner of the IDF thugs, you fed that bitch (HAMAS) now try to tame it.
You Israel, are the pyromaniac who started the fire 🔥 and now you want to be treated like a victim from the Israeli families, which you burned to death.
… All To°Get°Her, now.
Context follows.
PMCS, if you know you know.
In local news, Fenster The Copy Writer is trying to figure out if mister Ruffin’s “Made in France“ Krups coffee machine version, of the “Made in China” Mains Libres Cup–o–Joe spewer, gets to have a PMCS session Évry other day or, does the French Senate just orders a new “Made in France” Krups Coffee Machine from “the darty”, every time that the damn percolating element gets clogged-up with over-filled coffee grains?
What says Ewe, mister Ruffin? WHO DESCALES YOUR “Made-in-France” presumptuous caffeine dispenser, and how much do these hypothetical “descalers” get paid?
… It’s just a cup of Joe that Paul broke, that’s all folks.
It is always The United States IN America’s fault… and, Huey, this ain’t it.
Gotta’ Get Back in Thyme… It’s Sacrosanct Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, whereas in Paris, France, at least on this most non-consequential blog, The Beatles have grabbed A.I. by her Boobies, Bobby. Bootis little sister, Puppis, reports from way Across The Universe for y’all.
Don’t need no credit card to ride this game
Congratulations to Raytheon and its baseball ⚾ team, the so-called Texas Rangers for winning every motherfucking post-season meeting while Doing It On The Road 🛣️…
Deer, Bobby 🏀 Knight, nice MAGA flag buried up your chair-throwing tantrum ASSHOLE you pull that shit on my Trajinera and you are going to be put on Latrine duty, you son-of-a-bitch!
Yup… That’s the Milky Güey’s source.
Deer, Lorde Our doG in Heaven, grant U.S. the opportunity to seize the They… those motherfuckers!
But First, here’s OASIS in Yucatán:
Turn off your mind relax… and Explode Five Levels Below the CENOTE line. It is not Progress. It is not Progress.
REVOLVER
presente
yo revuelvo
tú revuelves
él, ella, Ud. revuelve
nosotros revolvemos
vosotros revolvéis
ellos, ellas, Uds. revuelven
vos revolvés
The Reverend Rishy Sambora from nº 10 Street in Downey presides:
Hall eh LuLa, Hall eh LuLa, … etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
But FO’ist!
Pregúntame… y cómo dijo “el gansito marinela”: recuérdame.
Tripas de Gato (tic tak THOUGH)
Tú (Préfecture de Police)
Eres la culpable
de Lo Que Me Pasa a mí…
Bamboozled at the Local Level, ughhhh!
… Saludos a Guanajuato y sus muertos, y que chingue a su madre su pinche CER VAN TINO.
NOTE to La Bibliotèque publique d’infomercials (formally d’information) Centre Pompidou:
If youse gonna do the Astros and don’t feature Jodorowski, A., next to Crowley A., than you are nothing but cheating your audience, but then that is the whole point of these Elements.
Now, about that fucking birthday…
And Zeppelin goes here.
Me, and again after The Red Moon. And here’s the kicker, knot a punchline, i don’t even have an alter ego, o como dice Jorge Saldaña (en Banderilla, Veracruz) un « autre moi », ASP turns 11 years old this coming 18th of January and to celebrate the Bpi is doing a SATURN is NOT what The AQUA VELVA think that it is, o como dicen en el CNES: Les arts divinatoires, narrated of course by the great CARL SAGAN… note to the Peoples of the Pale Blue Dot, don’t take the latin Eye too serious on the Bpi section of the Georges Pompidou, for example, the youtube® video below cannot be rewiewed on the Bp “i“, nor can you check a tweet, or visit a facebook account in order to complement a review of the Pléiades or any of its Crabby nebula sisters.
https ://www .youtube .com /watch?v =Iunr4B4wfDA
Across The Universe… indeed, Cerf-panthère (20 minutes france) if what the Bpi says on its “Les arts divinatoires : Une mode chez les jeunes ?” exposition is true, that in 2020 la Fondation Jean-Jaurès found that FOUR, (Eye say FOUR!!!) out of every 10 French motherfuckers in France actually believes in, and Eye quotes, “l’astrologie », then it follows that with the lack of a TELEVISA-deportes to entertain its gente “emmerdada“, or Miserables if you are into kinky shit, have no other choice but to swallow Alejandro Jodorowski’s crab cakes.
INFOMERCIAL from the Smiths at Beaubourg…
sponsored by: VANIA
https ://www .lanuevarepublica .org /2022/01/06 /profeco-vigilara-precios-de-productos-de-gestion-menstrual/
For the record, Alejandro Jodorowski’s crab cakes are know to cure all variants and/or strains of the Corona® crudas…
Simon, eh… Cerf-panthère, ” Funkier than a MOUSTIQUE Tigre »… 🦟🐅
Little black letters disclaimHER: Alejandro Jodorowski’s crab cakes can’t do nothing for your “gestion” menstrual other than to tell you what fucking Constellation is rising during your fucking period, period!
So, sticking with bull, Taurus-es bull let’s… review:
Following the first lockdown of 2020 la Biblioteca pública de “informercials³” en Paris (Beaubourg) opened its doors, at first by appointment and/or registration and then The Smiths there decided that they would open back to pre-pandemic glory with the sole exception of wearing a mask inside (and no smoking marihuana in the terrace)… Aussie², (LAT 34.1 S ; LONG 117.2 E) youtube® is blacklisted and RADIO LA NUEVA REPUBLICA, a propaganda machine from TACHIRA, Venezuela, operating out of Monterrey, Nuevo León and Banderilla, Veracruz (home of the Foreign Legion Borrégos brigade) became a PORNOGRAPHIC site.
².~ Somewhere near Perth, Australia… access denied; Djoko.
And, Michael Steele, fuck you, Eye is no fortunate Sun… as Eye types, IT!, has to switch between the node at the library and the phone on Mí’s left hand, SO PARDON our “horrores ortográficos“, but the technology is only as good as its updates and protocols, you know, JUST LIKE HEAVEN… good thing that there is always times to CHANGE the Road that you are on, according to Jimmy Page. And Siren, this blog is all about the pages.
Over at a known record peddler in le quartier des Ternes, David Bowie is celebrating his birthday, for the occasion former band members and collaborators (minus The Spyders from Mars, pour des raisons évidentes) are going to be jamming next to Valérie Pécresse-ces-ese presidential campaign headquarters. “If the house is a Rockin” that’s probably because SRV is going to riff “Let’s Dance” for all the alley cats.
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