cappio al pollo

For me, the concluding sentence is one of the most beautiful in the entire text. Anyone who didn't appreciate it, in my opinion, hasn't understood it in the right way. I don't believe Flo intended that "this" in such a narrow sense.

Just so.

You went to get it for me, Fuschia! I didn't know the legendary Aries had reviewed it too. The Fairest of The Seasons is the most beautiful song in the world.

Yet I fear you might miss people like me, if not exactly me [...]! Anyway, you're twisting things around. And to think I went there in a fairy-tale mood precisely because I feared you were the one taking things too seriously. I mean, what the hell, too serious... it seemed to me I just said that the review is anonymous, that the cover is garbage and that My Girl Hates My Heroin is amazing.

High-content schizophrenic page. <<At worst, they go in the cases.>> We, look, the DeCasi section is not a trash bin, okay? By the way, that section also features that massive review of The Future Smiles at Those Like Us. No joke. Yosif, is this stuff like i-Doser? First you listen to it, then you write reviews like this?

I believe I offended you, and that is what I feared might happen, so I apologize, but allow me to tell you that as long as I'm on DeBaser, what I did is exactly what one would expect from a user, just as those who praised your writing did, as well as those who will come along saying that the Stooges were just four idiots, etc. I have seriously appreciated other pieces of yours, but this is just one among many. Then, about your ironic remark on my commendable personality, I would like to add that I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about how I spend my time in defense of social issues and that, in any case, not knowing me, except for some nonsense written here and there, you can't know how else I utilize these good intentions of mine. I could very well be the Pope and reserve a good prayer for every bad misfortune, huh!

You say, Fuschia? I don’t really think so; I just believe I’m stepping in to defend the truth, like a Renegade riding his Harley, when it’s glaringly obvious and yet people still insist that the sky is green.

Let's be clear: the review is nothing special, really. I've read much better from the pen in question. The primitive Wild Love (My Girl Hates My Heroine), on the other hand, is worth the entire discography of some random garage revival band. And the cover is clearly scandalous.

Comment 5: it’s a single, here’s the mystery revealed!

How to say, an album title from "tuna"