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During the time of my Sanremo success, I had created an account on a philosophy forum to troll a bit. I named it Occidentali's Carnap.

It took me twenty minutes to read it. It's always nice to see you jot down a few lines and talk to us about records.

What happened to you, dear Teresa? We miss you, beautiful! This album, though, was a bit so-so, from what I remember.

I am very interested in the group. I just put the JL back on a few days ago, so they would match my latest listens.

Well, very well. From the photo featuring you three, the one on the far right seems like a handsome man to me. I understand about males, just ask @[Bartleboom]. He is another handsome man, a bit like the Daniel Craig of the Varese area.

"I saw 'It Was the Hand of God' and I agree with The Punisher." YOU COULD HAVE ENDED IT HERE.

There was a time when I used to hum and I really liked Steve Morse, the Guitar Hero who toured with Deep Purple. But then, after I turned sixteen or seventeen, I couldn’t stand a note from the band because it drives me crazy. Like all supergroups, by the way (dippappo, lezzeppe, piffloid). Falloppio for president, in any case.

For me, they are still a gap. Sooner or later, I would like to carve out some time to listen to myself properly Badwagonesque.

I aimed at the review late last night with my third eye, since the first two were shut tight due to the chronic sleep debt that's been haunting me. Today, while I wait for my better half in the Eurospin parking lot, I can also admire. Compliments, there's nothing to add. "La Cognizione" is his masterpiece; this one here is a tad below even in ambition and intent (but not in inspiration, though). Speaking of readings to chew on, just a few months ago I managed to settle a long-standing issue with "Under the Volcano" by Malcolm Lowry. A book I started, interrupted, and restarted more than seven or eight times, each time depositing a certain level of understanding in me and bringing me closer to the lunar genius of the writer with the right degrees of proximity. Once I finished it, I realized I had created a masterpiece by choosing to read it that way. I would have never understood it so deeply if I had done otherwise. Greetings, lector. From the depths of my fucking life.

There are those who are worse off than you: me