JURIX

Yes and BBBThat's enough, uncle, and all that. However, this here expresses a concept that... from a perspective... I mean, a cinematic perspective... um... O, let’s say... ZHINQUE, in short, here it is.

The album is beautiful, the original title, the innovative cover, and I'm not into-DeBaZer.

Anyway, I give a 5 to the review for making me realize that NES is actually a dragon.

Nice cover, but I don't like the Pauer-Medal.

Never been a fan of the IU-CIù, even though during preHystoria they've made a couple of decent songs. I turn on the television like twice a month, and logically I haven't seen this program with a weather-like title, but I was wondering: are the U2 really four of them? I mean, besides those 2, are there two more? Which would indeed make 4. Do they have a name?

A band with a frightening downward trend (especially in ideas). The first one was quite nice.

Well, they also made some nice little peZZettini (pop, you know...) back in the day, I listened to several Music Cassette tapes that made sense at the time (Dr. Feelgood, Theatre of Qualcosa). A book like that instead draws me in like an episode of "Dancing with the Stars."

I haven't read this, but he is great. An exceptional visionary.

I swear, I don't understand where this stuff is supposed to be funny.

Stoqua was a guy who only knew how to do one thing: write. He couldn't do a damn thing else, he didn't become a millionaire with his betting systems and tricks, he wasn't a Latin lover but a guy who picked up whores or drifters, or (when he had money in his pocket) it was they who picked him up. He wrote about himself, filling it all with stuff he heard around, bullshit completely made up, hallucinations from alcohol. When he became famous or, better yet, when he died, they attributed 230 "life aphorisms" to him that he had never said or if someone had said them, he couldn't remember. He was an asshole who knew how to write; in most of his rare lucid moments, he tried to do something that never succeeded; in the other lesser part of his lucid moments, he started writing something to make money. Oh, one more thing: Bukowski certainly wouldn't have said, "let's go have a beer," but "I'm going to have a beer." In fact, he wouldn't even tell you, he'd just go.