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Genesis 1:1… in the beginning (Under Pressure)

Political judges : legal cannibalism

Welcome to Miami, Baxter Duty stars as The Salamandra

… previously on, “Appendix rider to the entry : Cher EM!”, Duncan Bridgeman was ushering in the Second Intervention of the Year of Mexico in France (punto y coma) the year was 2013, October was the month and our borrador en proceso or, working draft if youse Anglophone, and the “utopia” that Clara is currently celebrating right now with Axolotls, was sold in France by a network of business entrepreneurs and political cannibals that would deliver “alebrijes” to La Geode… but not before Julio César on the collage below on the same day that Stephanie Menou and her chain of command at the préfecture de police at Cité would close ranks with Pablo Gleason and his little mexican cinema “d’Alterite”.

Homer was a French Clochard, period!… and Baxter Duty, you Rosbif motherfucker Ewe, Eye told your Park Avenue residence-living Cunt that i (Armando Segovia) am the Axolotl… all those years ago.

Entonces, Zoe… n’Eva in a million years darling, Ewe looks more like a Lilith, but who am Eye to judge your creators—and Malia would Knot let me lie : Homer was a French Clochard.

 

… for context we the staff strongly advice not to follow this most non-consequential blog without an understanding that each and Évry block on every post moonlights as an annotated bibliography cards of the past 15 years in France. So don’t you go linear on Mí, Zoe, on account that Öüï’s dealing with Sine and knot tangents.

🎶 Sing U.S. a Song Mr. Pardo man 🎹

… and nothing, not a goddamned thing beats drinking alone on a Wednesday morning à Pont Neuf, y en La Rumorosa también.

Juniors

 

Any 🦉 hoot, “can art¹ change the world?”, who knows, “Kikito”, who knows. Leonardo di ser Piero (an illegitimate bastard son of) da Vinci could perhaps begin to answer that musing but sources close to the Pope in Rome relay that Leonardo would not be able to comment if the polymath expected to keep his source of income from the design of weapons of mass destruction and maintain his kicks going, from those necro-studies under the cover of night that don Leo did.

¹~. https ://www .theguardian .com /2017 /sep /18 /proud-to-be-mexican-meet-the-baby-whose-huge-image-gazes-over-the-border

So it goes… en ciencia y ficción.

I tell you what Francisco (kiko) Higareda, now 10 years of age, journalism sure as caca 💩 has not changed it but don’t take my word for it, ask any RENEGADO in Mexicali or along any town in that godforsaken peninsula on that Sea of Cortés, which stretches parallel southbound from Sonora to Sinaloa : it has not, objectively speaking.

No woman no Cry, Capone is an artist now, not an IDF terrorist.

[ Intermission for the benefit of our nº 1 reader in North Bergen, New Jersey, catch up nigger, catch up! Don’t miss a single comma].

Room for other people — it’s a Cyclops world

Rue de Rivoli, casi esquina con Clochard Central under Pont Neuf en face à La Moneda.

https :// fip /certains-l-aiment /entretien-avec-valeria-bruni-tedeschi

Read between the lines and call Mí in the Morning before breakfast 🥞.

We begin in Nice, where the Promenade des Anglais-eses are worshipping El Mar ⛵, or something like that.

Over at Ventimiglia, the MIGA movement is making Saturday Night great again.

Venezia!!! — et CARLA Bruni!!! — Y Mozarella!!! quiero tírarme — A VALERIA BRUNI (cha-cha-cha)… Eye wanna be your FANstassi, maybe Ewe could be Mine.

Trastaverina… Roma es | se amoR

Hoy no hubo Bowie. Janis on the other side of that oyster ate Bobby’s clam chowder on, “As The World Turns”.

No insistas Susana, mi corazón es de Bruni.

And starring as Oliver “PRóXIMO” Reed : Mí³

³~. Le Monk d’Aubignac : Rubén Gallego

Venn Russell Diagrams… Six Degrees of resurrection.

“Gladiator”, the film that resurrects the dead and destroys cinema … next!

It’s the 11 hour now and I’m Batman. I’ll Take, Ewe dare. It’s the Stack Story and La Résurrection de la Cathédrale.

https ://www .lemonde .fr /culture /video /2024/11/13 /gladiator-le-film-qui-ressuscite-les-morts-et-detruit-le-cinema

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Australia and Russell “Maximus Spick” Crowe is are the enemy, —Aussi.

Intermedio with Admiral Stradivarius

And, Katty Kay… not that Pablo Torre has to, but squint yer’ i’s a little closer, because Mika is going to get a (wet) T-shirt at Canoga Park’s favorite “la brasserie”, Jesus himself just got a warm fuzzy picturing that… now Cry Me A River.

All the squares that fit… and if yer’ name is Dr. Johanne Poisson, picture that yello’fella eating Hamburgers in Paradise on The Rachel Maddow Show.

 

Any how… it takes an Eastern European Village to make France Unfriendly.

I’m just happy that (according to a former Russian president) that little Easter European village is fictional.

In local news:

https ://apnews .com /article /romania-russia-gold-sent-to-moscow-during-world-war-1-european-parliament-says

Romanian Treasure in Moscow: Medvedev says Romanians are not a nation.

Now then, as the first Made-in-France refugee, I know what a refugee looks like, and Juanito Guanabacoa is not one of Em#.

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on Free Money… and, Representative Gatel, box breath and sip some tea, because March is ODB’s international remembrance day and this year’s honorary nigga carrying the torch of, I swear That I am Knot making this up, is France’s Economy Minister, and soft-porn peddler, Bruno Le Maire.

With that in mind, let’s Ketch-up with French smut after lunch, edition Lili et Marcel à Bercy.

But first, it’s another edition of Homer and the culture of the streets… en El País de Spain, page 14 on the Saturday, March 16th “Contra los idiotas”, de Troyes, o algo así by Nuria Barrios.

“Nothing is known about Homer, there are some who think that he never existed and that his name is a mask that hides behind it all who sang the fabulous histories of of the Trojan war.”

Insert Coin — Pont Neuf at La Monnaie

 

And I quote, « Magnificent », but The Dog That Smokes next to Indiana at CNES square in Les Halles is not Châtelet, it’s important and it proves one of the answers given by Mayor Bass outside of La Fabrique de La Solidarité at Paris Second ward at La Bourse de la bendita AFP :

https :// youtube .com /watch /LA-Mayor-Bass-delegates-finish-Paris-trip-with-tour-of-Olympic-facilities-local

Insert Coin 👾🕹️

Note to the KTLA editors in Rancho Cucamonga: in 1734, la manche was a “gift”, in metropolitan contemporary Paris of the Games of The XXXIII Olympic Summer Games it means to panhandle, just like in HOMER’s days in Classic Greece.

There are plenty of Angelinos available to help, even with something as simple as giving directions… But the AFP editors only accept Angelinos with a Bostonian accent, and the Kennedies looks.

The Kids in Les Halles via KTLA on Shuttle Left to The Loop.

 

¿En dónde está le Beaubourg,?

Arts et Métiers — Line 3 They… Crab-a-Locker fishwife

2017 — Louis Michel via La Porte de Issy-les-Moulineaux …, “pornographic pristess³ ».

Note to Valérie Solanas: Eye shot Andy Warhol, but I did not shoot the nigger at « Shuttle Left » next to KTLA.

³~. The French Blond Begger Bastard confirmed that those Sista’s took siestas with The Ursulites de Loudon Town.

Now for context to the KTLA broad in Paris, The Ursulites were not the first order of Holy-ho’s that landed in the Brave New 🌎 World (ask Huxley, that guy adapted the book for the movie), and over at the Holy 🇻🇦 See they were know as “The Mobile Ones” on account that those bitches landed at Mardi Gras and introduced the Natives there to the Mendiants de la veladora perpétuel.

So what, What you gon’ Dew Now, Brown? How does this connect to Nuestra señora de los Ángeles?

— Boobie, you have to speak to Sophie 🛼 Fofie at La Bagagrie because she’s the benevolent WFA (with fixed abode), or ADF as the 115 📞 land-line discriminates from the W/OFAs (Without Fixed Abode) that has the keys to them Olympic Rings… and how those CIRCLES relate to the rules of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

So I buried a Blond French Beggar Bastard at La Bagagrie

“Just the facts, ma’am, just the facts”.

Homer was a French Clochard at Pont Neuf.

Intermission with 🎹 Entertainer
… and
The Tramp

In appréciation for all that Pastrami on rye. Thank Ewe, French Bastards.

Let’s call it what it is or rather, what it was, The Bastard was a Mendiant, and that French Blond was in fact “sitting on a corn flake”, and Eye swears that he was not making that shit up, but sources close to the Haskell Clan from KTLA assure the Telemundo broad that the NBC crew ate that shit up!

So where is the Mendiant buried now?

I inserted that fucker underneath the Landing just where the final Riser meets the final Soffit. It was a perfect fit.

The Shuttle Left and The Loop quartiers de Paris… and Mayor Bass, if you want to get IDEAS on how to bring « business » to the Downtown L.A. during the 2027 Olympics, just ask The Westfield Clan, heck they Even brought in HOMER’S favorite treat and, BASTARDIZED that French croissant 🥐 into a French doughnut, why even Franglish is all the rage.

The top of the stairs next to heater number 8 seemed the perfect place to stick that unmissable bum. It’s where Representative Gatel from the Left Bank would have wanted that ex-Jacobin buried at, Father James would most certainly not object to D.A.T., period!

But why?

Because that French Bastard was a Dominican, the Almonds gave that fucker away, so Öüï had to put the Beggar at the top of the stairs, that’s where the Albino cockroaches celebrated mass.

VOSTFranglish, subtitles provided by Stupid A.I., period!

And besides, that Blond French Mendiant Bastard was known to frequent The URSULITES, and those bitches sent our man ♂️ Vrbanvs Granderivs (Urbain Grandier, if youse not into Latin), in Loudun Town, to burn at The Stake, a known disco inferno joint where Cardinal Richelieu had his couch sessions with Mother Superior, Jeanne des Agnès and The Sisters of Mercy. Trou  🕳️ Story.

The real super fly Bond³ — Grave diggin’ in Burlington, Vermont

³~. For the record, fuck Alabama and their Tide… and Harvard, —Aussi.

And, Katty Kay… Alabama got me so upset, do you remember why I told Mick Jagger about Le Corbusier? Exacltly, Katty, exactly, and this is why I Hate The Sixties and Derek and The Dominos. Any monkey can write about Murder and I hope that Ewe can guess my name.

 

But nevermind the preliminaries, Juan-Bautista Urbano, because Live From The Jesuit-run Saint Mary’s Military Academy in Tokio (also dubbed as The National Défense Academy of Japan) is Fire At-Will and remember, Max Dozolme, I buried Titus, ask Doctor Poisson, she knows where I buried that pussy-cat.

And now let’s dig a Grave (pronounced in Castellano, not en Hebrew or Israel main export 🪦), an Acute, and a flat ass tortilla.

El próximo toro le corresponde a Duke Ellington, never mind The Caravan, take the A-Train por el redondel.

But first, Tomorrow in French theaters, “The Real Thanksgiving”… the only good ‘injun is Palestinian.

The Vanity of The Tents.

And, Mika, Except for that Spanish fellow, fuck all Pablos on God’s Green Earth. For the Record, Torre, I used to bullfight in TorreON, so your little Harvard lapel pin does not even impress the soccer guy from Rosbifland.

VOstF... 🎶

And now, let’s find out… if Torre shows up on Friday.

Synopsis:

Séneca and El Cordobés are sitting on Barrera de Sombra, hilarity ensues when Bob Dylan improvisés an espontáneo and jumps to El Ruedo de la monumental plaza de toros de Lerdo. El Cordobés and Seneca were arguing about the actual existence of un tal Homère, which El Cordobés argues that if Homère in fact existed, he would be a blind beggar playing tricks at La Samaritaine under The Pont Neuf, and not someone that Cervantes or Shakespeare would look up to.

Eye sees your stupid little “CiviliSAtions”, Cardinale ♦️ Lemoine³

³~. And I, Armando Segovia, raise you la rue Mouffetard and all of the bitches playing Strip Bingo there.

15h30… That’s only the fourth hour of my cocoa puffs news hour siesta in CET.

But first… It’s the jungle necessities of the book, or something like that 🍯 any how, it used to go by the BoBar, and then—I forgot what Vilma Fuentes called that joint, but for François a la patate’s sake, we have already established it as just another coq en París.

https :// the coq bar .com /asegovia3.com /23 /10/ 06

On Tú They’s Menu

 

I swear that I don’t choose the Mothers of Frank’s Invention, I just Zapp’em.

Ladies in Gemini: El elefante de Beaubourg

 

And in local news, hoy no hubo jazz.