cappio al pollo

But getting back to serious matters, are you going to explain to me or not the meaning of that comment? I really care about it. Or even assuming that it actually made no sense and you didn’t understand a damn thing either. Then I read Bartle's comment ("And you, without even saying hello or anything: 'Hi!'") and I realized that it indeed made no sense and you didn’t understand a damn thing either.

The closing is epic, straight from the rock dictionary. The real one, I mean, not that crap that was floating around on these pages some time ago. What more can I say about Flo? If she had Keeley Hazell's boobs, I would marry a woman like that on the spot.

Not bad. I think so anyway. I'm also afraid that "Artist" has released "Album", featuring "Track 1", "Track 2" and so on. By the way, Pul, let me satisfy my curiosity: are the pages numbered, or did you find out there are 112 by counting them? In any case, tomorrow I'll bring a blank CD to some big label. I'll keep you updated.

Generally speaking, I find myself agreeing with Lux; however, there’s no need to reinvent the wheel and say that music is extremely subjective. Consequently, if I enjoy the collection of the most beautiful cartoon themes sung by Cristina D'Avena and the legendary Enzo Draghi, nothing stops me from giving it a well-deserved five and/or considering (by preference) these artists subjectively better than the Stones. This doesn’t undermine anything—it doesn’t diminish the objective superiority of the Stones, nor does it suggest that they are even remotely comparable. But DeBaser wants this too! There’s no need to say which is better between the Who and Litfiba—clearly, the latter are better. Just imagine trying to classify it amateurishly... Let’s be clear: if all the rankings on DeBaser were objective—impossible, not only for such a thing to happen, but even for there to be any objectivity in this sense—we would have the same identical ranking for every jerk who uses it.

Come on, come on, don’t be like that... cippa lippa.

I only knew Maggot Brain.

Nothing against Jurix and/or their post. I simply didn’t understand it, and seeing that three hundred and sixty-four found it beautiful, I couldn’t help but criticize it. If someone would like to help me understand, I would feel more relieved. In the meantime, today is Wednesday. At noon, I will at least try to go grocery shopping while listening to her.

The Litfiga reunion is as useful as a sand keychain depicting a hand-painted Pope Ratzinger.

DeBaser is dead.