alessioIRIDE

Second, when I say fascist editors, I’m only thinking of you. So don’t hide behind other people’s backs.

if this is the sunlight you are a vampire

private comments from trell: On Wed, Aug 20, 2008 at 9:22 "The review of Jawbox is yet another fake by alessioIRIDE. I disabled anonymous comments because I'm fed up. Come tell me something." "Shall we find a fake of alessioIRIDE to ban? Now it's come out that GustavoLamazza is him, who knows how many other silly and annoying identities he has. I bet 10 euros that he's also LucaGiurato." Is there a difference between guappo and fascistella? 1 for coherence and language propriety.

No... it's really a masonry. Too bad not to attend the Masons' parties... maybe they're like those in Eyes Wide Shut.

read the private ;)

turkish, let me respond to you privately... because you lie, and if I explain why you lie, someone else gets involved. I'll reply to you in private.

ah well... I don't know how it works on the upper floor, but I knew that you knew... it's no coincidence that the only anarchy is that of power ;)

yes yes, everyone from the first to the last. I see that the management's (vicious) circle has nothing better to do than sift through my IP addresses... sure, more interesting than Espresso ;)

The content of the review, or what is presumed to be such, is this: if you live in Naples and you’re not Saviano, you’re necessarily an accomplice. There are no saints, and that’s what those who flip through the book or watch the news don’t understand. To live in Naples and not have a target on your back means you’re not causing discomfort to those who are perpetuating the destruction of a land, my land, while stuffing us full of coffee. As proof that a person distant from the epicenter can only imagine, with poor results, there’s the content of Supersoul’s comment. To understand Naples, to grasp the true dramatic nature of the situation, to understand what the burnt trash smells like (you can’t imagine it, but it smells like melted chocolate), you have to be in it, and if you're in it and they don’t want to get rid of you, it only means one thing: you’re one of them. That’s why as soon as I can, I’m going to take a plane and leave. Because I’m not a saint, I’m not a hero, I’m not Saviano. I have no social purpose and I don’t intend to take any more of it up the ass than I already have. I want to live my life, which is something that isn’t possible in Naples. This is what Saviano talks about. The medium is the Camorra, but what’s written in the empty spaces is the necessity to live like people do in all other places. I haven’t expressed any judgment about the book. I don’t care how it was written or what L'espresso says about it (but do you still buy L'espresso? Isn’t it better to take a nice IKEA catalog instead?)... I only care that the book was written. The truth is that the Camorra should want to kill the chief of police or our beloved prime minister (may he be praised), and the fact that they don’t want to kill them only means one thing: that these people are part of the "system"... neither more nor less than me trying to escape as soon as possible. So, the point of the review was this: the only person who surely does not help the Camorra is Saviano; the rest are accomplices.

a sketch of the rece, good like this. almost lost it... I don't know, they look for me, but the premises aren’t the best (battles and don, two little balls!)