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ARNOLDLAYNE handicapped, CAN'T EVEN WRITE A HALF REPLY IN 2 YEARS THAT YOU'VE BEEN ON DEBASER.

The poetic and musical aspirations of the reviewer Arnold Layne are truly like those of a lively Teresa, especially because... COGLIONE of Arnoldina, can’t you see and feel that: these artists of history—with a tripled album—for 40 years of glory—do you get it, fool, that the last rhyme isn’t complete, it's broken and not intentional, because in the rest of the little poem the syllables are numerically identical, rhymed and lilting like in elementary school, where surely you would have failed if you had regurgitations of such vile kind... I was saying, therefore, one follows along humming the little poem and then finds this rhyme halfway through.. time, my dear, you have to count the syllables with your fingers up your nose, and then you make the rhyme. Like—here—four-teens I make the whore. OR—its sound is the pif-fe-ro a bu del-la, and so forth, whistling along. A MUST: GO TO WORK, MONGOLOID!

I certainly won't say
how, where, why, and when
What I have to tell you
is better recited, here’s WHO YOU ARE, THE IDIOT WHO CAN'T EVEN WRITE A RHYME, DAMNED ILLITERATE, YOU MUST DIE!!!!!!!!!

AND IF I CATCH YOU, I'LL SMASH YOUR HORNS, BERLUSCONIAN DWARF, I'LL CRUSH YOUR JOURNALISTIC ASPIRATIONS, YOU EMPTY-HEADED SON OF A WHORE, I SWEAR I'LL BREAK EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!

It is customary in all our lives to set goals, aspirations that, regardless of the likelihood of achieving them, accompany us through good and bad along our journey. However, some of these desires are utopias, and as such, they see no glimmer of realization.
Witnessing a Pink Floyd concert live, for me, who was born in 1984, just after Waters' departure, is one of these utopias, and unfortunately, I believe it will remain so. Of course, knowing that the four split up for a tour in Italy (Roger and Nick in Lucca and David and Richard in Florence and Venice) makes one wonder why the hell they didn't want to reunite, but at least there was a possibility that 50% of that utopia could come true, and I tried to take advantage of it. DAMNED ANTI-LITERATE MORON YOU STILL SMELL LIKE MILK YOU'RE FROM '84 BUT WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT PINK FLOYD I LISTENED TO THEM WHEN YOU WERE JUST A SPERMATOZOON SON OF A BURST CONDOM NOW I UNDERSTAND WHO YOU ARE MONGOLID, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WRITE, RETAKE HANDICAPPED BUT DID YOU SEE THAT CLICHÉ: sick faggot, AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE OLDER, WHEN I SAW WHO THE HELL YOU WERE AND HOW BADLY YOU WRITE, LOOK I’M PISSING ON YOU AND THEN I’LL SET YOUR HAIR ON FIRE, YOU INSECT THAT YOU ARE, SOCIAL PARASITE AMEBA, SPOILED SON OF DADDY WHO EVEN PAYS FOR YOUR ADSL, GO WORK, I’LL GIVE YOU THE PINK FLOYD YOU NULLAFACENTE SON OF A WHORE!!!!

real trash: rap has always sucked, true degenerate son of talking blues.

a true lesbian dwarf, who sings junk and has a 12-year-old voice for a cappella choirs.

Silvia, do you still remember… I’m back, Blackdog you're a friend - but have they banned you? What happened? Thanks to everyone who understood the Star Trek spirit of my reviews; it lifts me up and warms my heart to feel you close during this cold Christmas. As for THAT WHORE WITH THE TRANSEXUAL NAME ARNOLD LAYNA, I piss on her little altar for prayers to the pink floyd, we aren’t broken men even if at Christmas you’re so mean, the stroke, in other words, the fish I’ll send back to the sender. May you enter from the rear and may the pink floydian enlightenment be given to you, so you will be silent forever.

byorky let’s see it, don’t leave...amazing film, a watershed moment.

human diarrhea, you are