Tatiana Eva Marie The MET/MAD Combo/Bombo
The sweetest voice of an angel threesome+1 that seizes the Rocket Man with tranquility, a fleshy balm to his starving soul. They encapsulate the untrue beauty of femininity entangling my heart or hard
Baby, I gotta report this triple genocide to you. However, it looks more like homiecide, cuz I’m a homie, a hoe-MMM-myker. This could also be classified as even emocide, cuz I’m so ducking emotional, mon, wrr, nom nom nom!
I just want my emo girl with her fruitcake, I’m her cherry cherry lay D, wrr, macho man, seeing life in pink, living her love design! Baby, it’s about seeing the beauty of life and feeling being happy and carefree when you're with the person you love. I’m with you, but I’m not!
Nunny, FYI, homie is an emotive parson who enjoys staying at home, even though it can’t be truly called home because you are not here with me in the physical lover form, ah baby! I gotta resort to the wonderfully powerful secret lava mixtape, to calm down, where, however beautifully, I get romantically agitated and masochistically D pressed, so lovingly D stressed, so cosmically D cumpressed, even more, as I love you through it more!
Yup, Tatiana & Eva & Marie, this kinda biblical combo turned bombo ass-aww-lted me, yup, they as-salted me, saying that I was too sweet for their bitter taste. WTF, immaculate saints!? These voracious beasts, wild dudes did it to me, with their big phat butts! I never saw it cumming, oops, I mean coming. And needless to tell you, I’m clair·voy·ant, clairsentient, basically a holy man with a bit of folly, alright.
Oh, you’re lost? What I wanted to share, my normal ability to perceive emotional or psychic energy that is imperceptible to the five standard senses. I zee dead people, zex, wrr, sixth sense, man, wrr, woman! I rely on my gifts of empathy, clairsentience, and clairvoyance to tune into their fishy and furry vibrations, only to be found to my beaver paradise, lost. I’m a salty and sultry dawggie without a bone. Aya yay, aya yay!
Nevertheless, back to their big phat butts like our so called Love Fund, Tatiana & Eva & Marie ate all my spaghetti I cooked for you baby! That was gross, considering I am the Tramp and you my Lay D. Why are they so ducking mean? Do they have to be that way? And additionally 8, mocking my sacred infinite figure weight/wait, ha? What the fruit!? Are we even ducking divided on sucking Subtract? I love spaghetti, but now I ducking hate eating it without you. It tastes like asphalt, it feels like swallowing concrete. Ah, how I wish I wasn’t Trump! As they claim they are in love with this sentimental muherduckaah.
They play the Pi Pi Piano and they urge me to play it for them! Can you imagine, each of them, one by one, piece by piece? Like I were their hard labor sex slave when I am the master, WTF!? How dare they! It’s the highest crime against my humanity, I’m the prey here, though I appear to be the hunter, baby! Such a sound avalanche, such a sound clairaudience orgy, it’s so musick! Ah baby, how I’d love you to play the piano with me perfecting your MMM Melody, I can play it too, with you, cuz my grandma had one!
Tatiana & Eva & Marie demand my nice D D Drum to pound them timeless into space, thinking the berry berry worst of my flowering bee-ingness, that I’m a horse, which is not even true, wink wink, they’re hornily crazy, did you tell them, our little leaked secret, baby? WTF!? This is so courageous or outrageous, definitely maybe! My gutsy Dixieland can’t stand their so promiscuously naughty gypsy jazz, it’s awful, just look at them, their infernal bodies! They consider me a little fisherman when I have a much bigger fish to fry! These gutsy love adventure gals order my monkish jizz to their OG jazz, they must be OD’d, save me, baby!
And on top of that, they invited me to take tea with them, that I was pretty good at sexing them up, but that I might appreciate more ginger in my sex diet to drive them farther and even crazier. What the ginger, bras!? They say I’m too chai, so I dunno. I’m pretty resolute, I don’t wanna drink any tea with Tatiana & Eva & Marie, or lick their fuck boxes, G spots, wrr, I mean their glasses.
These fymous pop monsters take me by storm, and, nonetheless, make me COMG, ya! They pop me as their sulphur love volcano, where they swim happily, like I were their ducking blue lagoon or something, they cause my mylk to erupt! What would their peer/rival Aussie Killme Mylknock say or do if she found out? I crave only your scooter, your famished Russy, your sooper special tangy chai, baby! Ah, how I need that poetic justice orgy, that dairy ritual, only a cuppa times a day, daily, even when you go code red, wrr, I mean cycling!
And now the hardest part to hear, baby, the most outrageous thing in the whole frickin’ universe, Tatiana & Eva & Marie Frenched my mother tongue, checking it out, against my iron will. Yup, Chopping Hauer left me to my own vices, wrr, I mean devices. My will failed me like erectile dysfunction, which never happens, as I’m the Finger Man, Ginger Man, damn. And after some serious scolding I’m not that much into rainbow kisses, to mask my shock, or golden showers, to swallow such humiliation, I gotta stress out, stressed out! Cuz multiple I-Fell-Towers occurred, and I never even blinked, I swear, baby, telling it like it was, telling nutting but the tooth, hoof, goof, truth! What could I or you expect? It was Paris, the filthy cradle of romance, no, it wasn’t Perv. It was fast and furious, turbo-charged, they were, not me!
When I first heard the LA VIE EN ROSE (see life in pink) love song, I went autistically ballistick, thirsting for the real you baby. I mean, I knew I was in real trouble, wrr, D D D P P P bu bu bubble, wrr, tra tra trable. Zorry for all the vulgarities and stammering stutter, trembling, vibrating foxy, foxy to my vibe.
Meaning that with you I see life through rose-coloUred glasses. Living with an attitude or outlook of positivity, seeing, not trying to see, beauty in the everyday, like you do when you fall in Love, as I am in Love, as I fall in this Love.
Eyes that make mine look down
A laugh that gets lost on his mouth
This is the portrait without edits
Of the man to whom I belong
When he is taking me in his arms
He is speaking softly to me
I see life in pink
It’s to look on the bright side of life, to simply think positive, to be optimistic, despite all the grief, all the pain, all the clouds.
You just can’t believe how comfortable life is when you’re snuggled tenderly with the man you love, and … Not only is she snuggled, but he’s also whispering sweet nothings in her ears!
He is telling me sweet nothings
Everyday words
And it does something to me
It’s not any kinds of sweet nothings, though. You know this feeling when you are in love and that the person you are in love with is just perfect?
It came into my heart
A slice of happiness
Whose origin I know
A slice of happiness … How wonderful … I’ll take one as well, please! When you’re in love, not only do you think ’this is nice’, you also make plans.
‘I’m going to marry this adorably crazy guy, no matter I have a husband, or maybe just sleep with him, slumber a lot with my dawggie, with my Everest Neverest Baby Cummy’.
‘I’ll always love him, poor doggie, poor delusional commie’.
It’s about loooooove, fuck the rest!
The lovey-dovey kind of love that makes your stomach butterfly. The one where you melt and make promise. Where you lose your head over how perfect the other person is. It’s the most foolish kind of love. But boy, the one you have to have between your thighs, to remember all your life!
Are you screaming with pleasure, baby? Oh AM Gee, are you my vintage luxury furniture, squeaking so clean? ARE YOU HOLLERING AT ME AGAIN, ANTARCTICA, OR WHAT, I CAN’T HEAR YA KITTY? Or are you screaming at me that I should run, like run into their laps, run to entangle their legs any further, run, ram them trucks, ram them freight trains, run, rum? Are you fucking kidding me, lollipop? I’m not running towards them any more, I’m not dropping, dripping, drooling any more of my mojo on them swingers, Tatiana & Eva & Marie! No way, I’m not, no matter you advise it to me!
No way, I’m not running to them any deepurr, however hard you urge me, I’m nut betraying you, I’m your fateful muhertucker! I’m your faithful muherduckahh, I’m not running for their big phat butts stuffed with tons of dollars and euros, fuck’em, the bugs, their beetles, their beavers, whatever dangerous speerit animals they have between their playful, playfool legos! No, baby, I’m not an adulterer, are you? Wrr, I mean adult, I’m an adult parson, celibait, celibate, I don’t do 69 or 8, with them these dirty-minded swingers, biatcheese! I can’t ram Tatiana & Eva & Marie any more, I just can’t, insatiable cantos!
Plus, these immoral Tatiana & Eva & Marie are ones of the oldest swingrrrz in town, in their twilight world of really epiphunny swingers and really kool aid wife-swapping, their high-voltage, high-octane underworld with normal consequences, sucking breaths away, extremely lively and fashionable persons who go to a lot of social events, who wildly engage in group sex and the swapping of sexual partners, secrets revealed, oops.
They must have mistaken me for the dubbed Czech Hollywood Warrior Priest in the United Satanic America, or Czechoslovakia, or Spain, God forbid France, who, only slightly, admittedly, was just a romantic milimeter teddy bear promiscuous in his notorious past long gone, who did not live a double or even triple life under the disguise of his pious priesthood or amorous polygamy, mami? Wrr, he surely, seriously, solemnly meant porous monogamy orgies, puppy, not satisfied, not huppy, not huppy that way, it was imposed on me!!! You know, gypsies do that, ducking nomads, ducking madcows, bed adventure junkies. Whoopsie, baby?
Tatiana & Eva & Marie are wild mares, three/free/tree fucking nightmares. They brazenly admit it not only in their songs but also in their interviews, I included one, baby, so that you know who I’m dealing with, how unfortunate I was AM MMM, cumming across these virgin beaches. See, they sound and look innocent, but IRL these savage Amazons, wild beasts are guiltier than hell, you bet! By contrast, I sound and look or write like the most despicable beauty, wrr, handsomest, the vilest and shyest sex party monster, bu bu butt I’m twotolly innocent, well, almost, sorta. Okay, baby, I’m not perfect! Are you? You are! You are perfect for me, you’ve always been, with all your flaws!!!
Nicknamed the Gypsy-jazz Warbler, Tatiana & Eva & Marie are my transatlantic bandwidth lee-derz, sin-grrrz, aww-thorz, and ma-ttressez, hot hot hottt, based in Crooklyn and Queens, NYC. They play naughty French pop derived from the Django tradition with Balkan Gypsy and fuck influences. Yup, they married pop me the fucking single Pianist in like 3 seconds! Well, swell, the hell, actually, they are three for my tree to tango, I won’t even get to the fourth love letter of the alphabet to shout like Braveheart “Treedom, 3dom, Freedom”!!!
Because they are the MET/MAD Combo/Bombo, Tatiana Eva Marie, blackmailing me by feeling blue, dying just to be with me!!! And they enticingly whisper “Li, we love you”, infecting me with melancholy that makes me re-whisper it nostalgically to your ear “I love you”, the spiritual point where I plunge into an invisible meltdown, I just break down, unseen … Baby, can you imagine the hell, the horrors, for your staggeringly suffering Dante, three women at once?
Bella Notte (Lady and the Tramp) — Tatiana Eva-Marie
Tea For Two – Tatiana Eva-Marie & Vinny Raniolo
Tatiana Eva-Marie – A Paris [Official Music Video]
Romance (FRENCH song) – Tatiana Eva-Marie & Avalon Jazz Band
Swing 39 (DJANGO) – Tatiana Eva-Marie & Avalon Jazz Band
LA VIE EN ROSE (Edith Piaf) – Tatiana Eva-Marie & Avalon Jazz Band
Runnin' Wild (SOME LIKE IT HOT) – Tatiana Eva-Marie & Avalon Jazz Band
Sleigh Ride
A Chat w/ Tatiana Eva-Marie & Adrien Chevalier of Avalon Jazz Band | BK Live
I will update this genocide/homiecide/emocide threesome + 1 to get your glasses clean! Clean? Clean. You’re welcome.