carlo cimmino

I care about you and I’ve read your messages. I’m writing to you. Not now. I’ll do it tomorrow when my mind is clearer because my thoughts are clouded due to excessive alcohol consumption, which has become a bad habit (perhaps an addiction with some consequences I’m noticing regarding my physical health) starting from that damned lockdown, which I feel has been a turning point in my existence. I feel guilty for having disappeared for all this time (if I told you what password I need to access this account on Deb, which I practically never use, we’d have a good laugh). I'm referring to you in particular. Nothing has happened. I just felt like I had "disappeared," and this made me feel so guilty that I then vanished altogether. The feelings of guilt chase each other and lead us to be a complete disaster; there’s nothing worse than guilt—it affects even those who consider themselves best friends and wouldn’t have anything to "hide." Obviously, after reading this page, I’m going to look for and listen to the record. You are always number one and one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I send my regards to everyone, also on behalf of @[sotomayor]. I care about you all.

Uh-oh.

I would still prefer the so-called Barcadilegno, the arch-enemies of the famous Mickey Mouse; however, however, however, I can’t help but like these Moon Duo, their records go down as easily as a glass of mineral water with big sunglasses & symptomatic mystery.

I am on your side. Fucking slave society and daughter of the banks...

I downloaded it.

BUT SHOOT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EE!!!!!!!11111111111111111111111111 11111111111111111111111111111111111 111111111111111111111111111111

Let's hope for the best! But while we're at it, tell us a bit more about yourself. Who are you, what do you do, how old are you, do you like bald, bearded men with a passion for aquariums?

What should one do with you? A Carpenter should always be given five stars ("Manuale del bravo debaseriano secondo Carlo Cimmino", p. 315).

Skulls abound on Deb lately. With the approach of the end of the world - or more likely the DeMeeting at Cala Goloritzè (or whatever this charming place might be called) - everyone becomes a bit more macabre. Anyway, great retrieval: dirty, ugly, and mean records. Just the way I like them.

It seems to me like a half disaster: I'm disastrously lowering the average.