mien_mo_man

to deprive myself. To deprive myself was to deny myself the chance to be the first to review Parsons' first album.

Supersoul is not alone. Don, you really took this right out of my pen, huh? But on the other hand, the unworthy and the intruder in the root on DeBaser is me. I hope you don't want to take away from me the joy of reviewing Safe At Home by the International Submarine Band.

review-emblem of one of the artists from that era whom I liked the least, though I don’t dislike him at all and I do recognize that this is a great album. Rather than a talented guitarist, I would say rather dAtato.

Lostinspace: I accept your apologies, but I repeat that you don't understand a thing about my posts (is "a thing" okay? Or is it too rude?) I won't rewrite it for you because I don't have time to waste, but know that what I would have to say is exactly stated in post no. 35. Please a) replace the word "cazzo" with the word "nulla" b) change the uppercase letters to bold (in the vain hope of making certain things that should engage the so-called "DeBaser people" more immediately understandable, to put it in an Englishism); finally, please c) consider niland the last and most disgusting of the semi-cool kids of this modern folk for girls. Happy re-reading.

Fidia, until now you’ve had my respect, which I’d never want to lose regarding you. Up to post 36, you managed to avoid joining this competition of who has the biggest one, but then you had to get involved. I understand that the whole bold text thing might seem pathetic, and in some ways it is (just as the editing by some Editors was, at least towards me and in my opinion, an opinion for which I took full responsibility at the time), but let’s acknowledge together that the smartest way to get rid of something unpleasant is simply to ignore it. So if you didn’t appreciate this bitter competition, what are you doing here? I just finished saying that Odradek, in my opinion, has pontificated, and you arrive to judge us all at once? I hope, given that we were talking about death not long ago, that you didn't come to this page to judge not only the living, but also the dead, which means that beyond Pope DeBaser, there's also a god! If you're leaving the Site, I'm sorry, but I believe everyone has their time, you know? Some will miss you, some won’t. I miss people like Socrates, but what can we do? I also feel that my time on DeB is coming to an end, partly due to these kids with a maximum of two reviews under their belt who understand nothing, yet are fiercely commenting. When I get tired, without any proclamations, I’ll leave, it's simple, without notice. I'm sorry, but what can we do?

Lostinspace, you should apologize for not understanding a damn thing I said. Meanwhile, the fact that my friend has died doesn't mean I'm looking for justifications for my responses and their tone. Clear? My tone is acidic because of the one you gave me and because PistolinoPete told me that I'm infesting DeBaser with crap. If you don't annoy me, I won't get worked up; it has nothing to do with who lives and who dies. The 1 for your review is completely deserved because it sucks. I don't give crap ratings to things that have value: your review is poor, insufficient. WHAT I WANT TO SAY TO ALL THE DEBASERIAN PEOPLE, IF THERE IS SUCH A THING AND I HAVE STRONG DOUBTS ABOUT IT, IS THAT WHEN SOMEONE DIES, NOTHING CHANGES, AT LEAST NOTHING CHANGES FOR THOSE WHO SURVIVE. IT INCREASES PAIN, AWARENESS, FATALISM, EVERYTHING YOU WANT, BUT NOTHING CHANGES. IT'S VERY SAD BUT LIFE GOES ON, AND WHAT WOULD BE THE ONLY ALTERNATIVE? TO FOLLOW THE DEPARTED ON THEIR JOURNEY INTO THE TUNNEL? NOT AN APPEALING ALTERNATIVE: BETTER TO CONTINUE LIVING IN GRIEF, IF ANYTHING. Yes, okay, we can move on trying to learn lessons, thus avoiding tearing each other apart and telling each other to go fuck ourselves (just think if a bus runs me over tomorrow), but then Odradek shows up (who is still someone on this site) and tears your review apart in three seconds saying that Picasso is Picasso (so what am I doing here? I might as well log out), then it’s normal that, as they say in Sicily, CU MORI MORI E CU CAMPA CAMPA, and we go back to our daily fuck-offs. THAT SAID, I WOULD NEVER HAVE ALLOWED MYSELF TO GO ON AN ODRADEK REVIEW AND GIVE HIM A DRY ONE, CLEAR? IF HE TEARS APART MY REVIEW OR MY THOUGHT, HE CAN AFFORD IT (IT'S HIS STYLE OF INTERVENING, OF DROPPING IN ON AN INNOCENT REVIEW THAT PISSED ME OFF), WHILE PISTOLINOPETE AND OTHER TRASH ARE NOBODY TO TELL ME THAT I INFEST THIS CRAP SITE. ANYWAY, I'M CONVINCED THAT YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND A DAMN THING THIS TIME EITHER.

Ah, heartfelt thanks to Supersoul and the valiant Captain, who evaluate, consider, and never pontificate, although especially the SuperSoul can afford, musically speaking but not only, to rewrite the tablets.

Unfortunately, the day before yesterday, Death struck my best friend, simply taking his own life... simply out of boredom... simply because he was the son of millionaires... simply because he was beautiful... simply because everything was too easy... simply because he was tired of being loved for the mere fact of being beautiful... simply because it was too easy to be loved because he was rich... simply because he was in search of something real. He had been depressed for 4 years, and he was dragging all of us down with him. His mother looks like she’s in her eighties and his father wouldn’t even be cured by Scapagnini. And I, damn it, don’t know whether to be desperate because he’s gone, to be desperate because I didn’t help him enough, to be desperate because I’ve spent these 4 years focusing a bit on my own stuff too, often caring about things even less important than 4 bolds and 1 italic, or to say: “It’s over. We lost but at least I’ve stopped seeing him suffer. And I’ve stopped suffering too, even if that’s not true. But at least I’ve stopped risking being sucked into that whirlpool of negativity.” And here it is, when someone dies the first thing that comes to mind is taking care of your own safety. I know it’s hypocritical but I also know it’s real. This is what it means when we say “Death doesn’t just strike Editors,” just to clarify, because I wouldn’t wish Death even on my worst enemy (and I do have real enemies, indeed I do, and I even create more of them, day by day, even at Christmas), and therefore I wouldn’t wish it and I won’t wish it on any DeBaseriota, never on Odradek or PetruPistola or Lostinspace, who precisely could be considered a nuddru 'mmiscatu cu nnente on this site. And he even reviews poorly, upon careful examination of his unfortunately unique effort.

you are right

I would like to conclude with this statement: Death Doesn’t Just Strike Editors. Kisses