Valeriorivoli

extract double triplet tombola and five-of-a-kind,
this furry one I would send to work...
in China.
Let him experience real communism,
with a lewd comrade who tells him work... you idiot
spend waste waste spend spend effendi lallalalallallala

Biorky, I'm sorry, I know it's the season of love, but I don't shoot low, I shoot high, can I? Is it allowed? Are we in a democracy? There may be artists who pique my desire to make a criticism with solid, self-reliant yet lofty motivations—even harsh ones if you want... sometimes being friends is so boring. bye

No guys, we’re not there, good Flintstone, you understood me and you’re a friend; for the rest, kicks in the ass when it hurts. Odradek and all my other fans, some less trivial songs from the site that a buddy of mine is supposed to update—and he’s MIA—you can check out Welcome to the new Myspace! there are some new samples I think are good and with a big guitar in sight, nice. And I also sing well, there you go. So I can afford to take shots at De André.
The lofty Petrarch—or Dante—or Shakespeare—is to make clear the stature of true poetry—with immense knowledge of astrology, metrics, etc., and anyway high lyricism, with the misery of singers for whores' blowjobs, see Marinella, gypsies, communists, beyond a arrogance regarding all aspects of human life, but the titanic limit of tellurism, the metaphysical blindness to something higher if not the melancholic gaze at the damned of the earth. You get it?

he was very close friends with the Sinti. why doesn't a Caesar, an Augustus come back to punish you? I would even endure a Caligula for you.

you old fleas know exactly what I mean: Morgana, it’s not just the extension, it's absolutely zero, complete lack of swing, vibrato, this is market stall medieval stuff, a court jester would be too much. It's that mumbling of De André like Guccini that bothers me. And you’re even insolent about these myths inflated for a hundred years now. Last night I read Petrarch. Canzoniere. Sublime. Unlike these filthy things you listen to. You are a bunch of charlatans MISLEADING LAZYBONES. De André was anarchic; in fact, even his body rebelled against itself. Anarchy is synonymous with nothing, De André is nothing—so don’t bother me saying he sympathized with the far left. debased pigs.

fuk you s.o.b. old queer

DE ANDRE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY, HE GOES AROUND THE CIRCLE OF C WITH DIFFERENT SAUCES, AND I SAID C BECAUSE HE HAS A TINY EXTENSION, he mumbles, to call it crooning is a compliment. ANOTHER NINETEENTH-CENTURY COMMUNIST MYTH, he can't sing, he can't play, he does a whole discography on 4 chords and nursery rhymes, you can't even listen to him with PFM, he acts like a communist but he's super rich from his family, he justifies the armed struggle of Curcio and co., he's friends with the gypsies and a Zionist. TO THE FIRE.

GUccini cannot, must not sing with that soft 'r'. Monteverdi would have first castrated him and then, if he still didn't leave, sent him off to be an altar boy. You can't sing with these cacophonic voices. It's worse than Dylan and Alberto Fortis put together.

I don’t know if you’re a trombone or a trombona, Iside sounds feminine to me, or does this nickname reflect dark role conflicts like Arnold Layne? Who knows, did you mean melens or melassa? You’ve created a neologism, well done! Tozzi is a romantic singer, what I wrote, I wrote, it’s true, he got compliments from Luciano Berio. I love you, and you are brilliant at remixing slow fa-rem, and in genuinely new lyrics for love songs. And f*** off cocchi, you want it to be Ferragosto!

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