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Oh, I almost forgot that the tours by Bowie and Cuper were much more spectacular than this one by the Stones. The Pfloyd 500 euro UFO and little Martians included.

down with both the Stones - 200 euros then for Alice Cooper spent 15 mill for the Raise Your Fist and Yell tour and for Bowie 25,000 for the Glass Spider - as for those clowns Genesis, copycats of the masks of the legendary OSANNA. For Genesis, Weltroni pays with the fines collected from the Romans, for the Rolling Stones just poseurs and fetishists BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY TO PAY 400,000 SWEATED LIRE TO WATCH MY GRANDFATHER PAYING FOR VILLAS IN THE CARIBBEAN AT THE HAREM OF WIVES GOT IT YOU IDIOTS, BUT YOU SWEAT FOR YOUR MONEY, AND YOU FINALLY GET TO SEE THESE CARYATIDS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE COCOON FILM? And said by someone who adores the Stones, but not when they act like assholes.

debesare: voice of the verb debesare, meaning to detract, de-qualify, falsify, mess up, violate something. A neo-verb creatively invented by Rivoli, not free from barbarisms borrowed from mixtures with the language of Albion. Born this way, Minervine, Esperanto-like, directly from the head of Rivols imaginificus. clap clap

"Debesare" is an imaginative and D'Annunzian neologism for which I hereby claim paternity and gift it to the scholarly youth of Italy for their use and consumption. OK, valeriano prot? Here’s to those who detract and debase our homegrown musicians. "Debesa" doesn’t mean an accident. Indeed, speaking of pseudo-neologisms designed for a specific purpose, I propose "de-debaserare," or in other words, to d'annartene. But fuck you old stegosaurus with 2 brains, the second in anus, I guess. And I hope. Friendly ...

Chuck Berry took that technique from a bluesman, ask the esteemed master sandroliva.com, write to him, I can’t remember the name. Nothing new under the sun, boy.
Regarding the opinion on rock and roll, I agree with an old interview with the rocker from the '60s, Ugolino: Ugolino was looking for an Italian way to rock, to the point that in an interview years later he would state: “Look, rock was born from the tarantella and you shouldn’t listen to those who say that we imported rock.” "In the national artistic field, in general, the companion of misfortune is certainly more hunger than money. Record companies talk about billionaires, but they always mention those twelve, omitting, out of courtesy, the other twelve thousand who instead…". Think instead of using your little reptilian brain, old lizard in the sun: tarantelles, folk music, gigues, etc., have fused with the blues of blacks, country music, the rural music brought by Europeans had the same harmonies from Britannia to Italy. Snort. Listen to Enrico Capuano—ehehehe, good one!

Fucking hell, there's an asshole next to me at an internet point who thinks he's that dumb-ass fish with marituzzos. If he doesn't turn down his headphones, I'll shove them up his ass and set his hair on fire, that bald hippy. DAMN YOU AND PROG!

Cacophonous neologisms created ad hoc for some grandeur mania, inappropriate contexts forcefully inserted with sycophantic zeal, the impalpability of the theses supporting the subject at hand... it’s your ego in an irreversible bad trip: I like it, you know? Sometimes being enemies makes things easier, liking each other is so pointless...
(P. Pannella)

fleur poetarainer and all the others, thank you!! and I say this without show-off, but friendly, you invite me to get carried away more and more, until what point? a little novel.

Yeah, yeah, I know I seem like the show-off, it's true, but we invented rock 'n' roll, from the tarantella. I also love Anglo-Saxon music; it's capitalist imperialism that I can't stand. Anyway, guys, at this link there are some photos of me at a concert of Sandroliva dressed as: bitolsino!
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Last night I dreamed of D'Annunzio, after watching a program yesterday evening about his relationship with drugs, il superomismo, il bardascismo, and il frocismo. The vate told me: “It's raining. Listen… continue Rivoli, continue on the path of the imaginative.” Thank you all for the comments on the review; it means there is still vitality in what I write, even if sometimes I might come across as pretentious and unpleasant... but after all, why, in an Italian, pagan, and sonorous manner, do I try to dismantle from the ground up the boastful claims of many groups from Albion and the Indies? And all this without anger, but the fact is, my dear ones, that aside from now I will be putting my new works online for free, I say our record labels no longer exist. You play, you bust your ass, and no one supports you because the majors are American and Anglo-Saxon, and therefore Italians are kaputt. Do you understand?
But I say I might be long-winded at times and also provocative, yet I get slaughtered with insults if I critique the poetic poses of Bono Vox, of McCartney, if I say that the Beatles sang in keys like Pupo, that Waters has annoying and gratuitous poetics, that Genesis is abstruse and hermeticism exists elsewhere, because so many absurdities must be ingested and critically examined... I don't know.