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Very beautiful. Unlike there is, I interpreted the final part as a reverse experience of vitiligo.

Soon done, Contemplation: Buckley's approach is more visceral, wild ("Jungle Fire") and even less canonical than Wyatt's, which is, regardless of what is said, more "scholarly" - not by chance, but because it belongs to the Canterbury scene, progressive and more technical. The same goes for the production, gaudy (not necessarily in a derogatory sense), almost à la The Dark Side of the Moon (look at that, produced by a Nick Mason perhaps a bit overshadowed by the latter). In short, speaking of "scholarly": I see the Tim Buckley of this record as the crazy student, who, to express and demonstrate any concept, jumps on the desk, proving to be decidedly more creative than those busy doing their homework like puppets, just because they have to. Wyatt, on the other hand, is a good student - not that the Buckley in the aforementioned example in any way wasn't - but he finds his balance using more canonical methods; Wyatt could have developed and articulated a new mathematical theorem, for instance, using however other mathematical rules previously studied with rigor! Impulsiveness/caution, scruffiness/elegance, coarse/smooth, Buckley/Wyatt; in short, as mentioned, at opposite ends.

Aleppo is a city in Syria. One of its main attractions is the famous Aleppo soap.

Not by chance does the cover depict the hole, the void, the nothingness. Emblematic.

The legendary Father Amorth! Since there are no more harmonic comments, the fakes remain one of the site's best attractions. Anyway, I propose to put to a vote the return of harmonic comments.

Full speed ahead, damn it!!!

Anyway, I was exclusively stopping by to point out the presence of a subliminal message in the avatar (a film by James Cameron) of Harry Boscher: ImageShack - Image Page I hope that at least this can finally be considered conclusive evidence and that we can finally rid ourselves once and for all of that shady character at the bar, full of whiskey and margaritas...

How can you say you're not bald? A myrtle collapses on me, or what's left of it...

Stay on the scene like a sex machine!

Bartolomeo was my ideal user, the one I looked up to, whose charm and baldness helped me through the toughest times of my life. One time I read his first comment on the site and was immediately overwhelmed by a tsunami of hope; I thought that maybe over time my comments would improve just like his did over the years. I would become as charming as him, maybe even more! But, evidently, I underestimated, or rather, I didn’t take into account the possible unforeseen events (which life is full of), the likelihood that one day one of his comments might not be impeccable as always. Well, today September 9, 2010, the disappointment... Bartolomeo for the four-hundred-millionth time writes the same comment, reiterating the same concept about claaudio, the editors who don’t ban, and the usual gang; suddenly, because of you (assholes...), I find myself without a reference, my hero becomes a pain in the ass and the sky darkens just after three in the afternoon. Go kill yourselves.