mien_mo_man

I'm telling you that you're an idiot because you're exasperating me, crisbio. How can you not realize the intimacy of my writing? How can you not notice that I write as if I were talking to an old buddy? And you keep insisting on being a support teacher with me! Ciolla is not a neologism (the only noun that has the same meaning as your "new term"), but it's a Sicilian word that means minchia, which in turn is a Sicilian word that means cazzo.

You're an idiot, you don't understand a damn thing. At this point, I can't avoid telling you. Since I don't have the presumption of holding the truth in my hands, I reread the entire review, and there isn't a point, a comma, a semicolon, or a colon that is in a different place from where I wanted it to be. It's something called writing style. You see, I know it's hard to explain in just a couple of words, but there is the writing of an Italian class assignment and there is literature. Without wanting to consider myself a literate person, I no longer want to write class assignments. So I'm trying to create a style for myself, a style that specifically reflects moods. All those "and"s in the sentence you quote are there for emphasis. If you insert commas, it seems like you have self-control, whereas it wasn't supposed to be that way: one listens to a song and finds himself in a Hilfiger commercial, and you think he shouldn't lose control? The excessive "and"s indicate that you are nervous, verbose, as if you were opening up frantically in front of a psychiatrist; they indicate that you're going freewheel, that you no longer have dominion over your words just as you no longer have over your imagination, and that you are aware of it. DOES IT TAKE A LOT TO UNDERSTAND ALL THIS? It's not like the review had many readers (I've been dedicating myself to reviews of bands that few find interesting for a while), but none of them had anything to criticize. I don't know about you, but for me, reviews are not class assignments. I'm not saying they're literature, but they're not class assignments: they require a bit more creativity; it takes the courage to coin neologisms, to take risks with punctuation and meter, to raise questions when stating something... It takes more flair. Otherwise, to post reviews, we should put them on letterhead and stamp them. If you want outline reviews, or doctoral reviews, if you want university rectors with monolithic reviews, simply go elsewhere, far from my words. And anyway, the fact remains that, to not understand the reasons behind my writing style, you cannot escape being a lost fool.

I don't care about the average; I care about respecting minds, including the mind that God has given you, and I would like you to make good use of it as a sign of respect towards Him.

I will obviously await your invaluable reviews in hendecasyllables and seven-syllable verses to vote for you as you deserve, if this Site is ever worthy of your divine and immense art.

biancoenero what the hell do you have in your head? The decision not to include a bold line in my reviews was made by the Editors at my (controversial) request, as I believed that Their use of bold in my reviews was inappropriate. Check my last fifty or so reviews and realize that before giving scores like that with your 4 comments and your 3 days on DeBaser, you need to eat a lot of fat!

another review I would have liked to write myself. patience.

awd, they’re not the best pieces, but the most representative. I mean when you're gone and cloud number nine. the most representative, not the best. the best are c'mon c'mon c'mon and the first of the two rockettini in the tracklist.

I used to like Interno 17... doesn't anyone remember them?

The raffa seen in the TV shows with Bill Cosby (the one from The Robinsons) and Robert Culp (the one who played the FBI agent in Ralph Superfreak) was a young woman with brown hair, destined to age like all mortals, and worthy of today’s satirical news show flirts. The one with the bob cut is something profoundly different: she is an icon. The yellow helmet makes her look less attractive, the festival kitsch outfits are unthinkable (but the navel was a hit), and seeing her dance almost like one of the boys did not suit her at all, but she lost her beauty, grace, and then even her youth was for her like ascending to Olympus, to the highest step of the pyramid: she lost those characteristics (which it seems impossible for a woman to give up) as if losing mortal traits to become immortal, to become a goddess. I hate her shows, but her music entertains me, accepting the First Republic while merely coloring it shocking pink.

they are worse shit than the tazenda fans of ramazzotti. infected crap. 77 lines of shithead infected parallel assholes.