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Hi Andrea, nice page... it means we should come back to see the new decorations :) I don't know him, maybe I’ll find out more.

The editorial fully represents what I think (and of course it would), so it's perfect. If you have anything else to say, let me know privately or let's clutter up the page with some fucking video games... they don’t review My Dad Is Dead every day.

I don't give a damn. I criticize and say whatever I want... if you don't like it, avoid my comments.

Since video games came along, I've been a bit allergic to home, sometimes I would even lose it... good job anyway, he's really great. It’s unclear how he became so invisible, and he was even releasing albums with Homestead... not exactly a piece of cake. On the official website, for those who have time not to waste on video games, you can download all the albums. When someone is serious, they are serious.

Hey Turko, you’re still here talking about me – not that I mind, actually, I couldn’t care less – but you still haven't found the will, time, and pleasure to respond to comment 98? Got it. Tschuss.

Hello sonic youth... the bass is present in two songs: "Track 8" and "Banging The Door". As you say, it's played by Levene... who, as a guitarist, is one of my favorites from that period, maybe my favorite along with the one from Gang of Four. In the others, there's no bass. The cover is ugly... many people like it, I can't explain it.

I read the comment as I mentioned to you the last word omlno of the mountain.

Summary of the summary? Good: you played the role of the pea, the one that suits you best. Bye bye. I’ll leave you the last word, maybe it will lift your spirits.

Revolutionary? What the hell do you have, pine cones in your head? Anyway Vortex, cheer up... reactionary is chic.

Oh, opinions! In the four languages you speak (don't forget what Nicce thinks about polyglots), do you contemplate the word "pamphlet"? No, because if someone writes a pamphlet, it’s assumed they are throwing in a lot of opinions. If you like the word "pamphlet," you might also read Mea Culpa; it might stir the opinions of those leftist cannaroli, “we are all brothers, all comrades,” pis en lov, that you find. When he published Journey to the End of the Night (1932), he was accused of being a communist... guess why? For his opinions. With Death on Credit (1936), he was accused of being anti-fascist (you know, in 1936 being a communist and being anti-fascist were not synonyms, it was a better world)... guess why? For his opinions. In Casse-Pipe, where he denounces the futility and allure of war, there are no opinions, for heaven's sake, can a novel or a short novel ever have an underlying opinion? The same goes for the Northern Trilogy... God forbid. That’s why under the Vichy government, despite Céline being a monster like them, a disgusting collaborator, he was banned from publishing several things for the reason of "too nihilistic for the regime's reasons." Now, were they too nihilistic for the style or for the opinions? You've chosen the wrong writer if you're trying to say, "I like his novels, but I hate what he thinks." Céline and his novels. I’ll leave you with one of his phrases; maybe it will make you want to read him seriously, maybe it will help you avoid looking like the one who buys Faletti at the service area... the phrase that suits you is in Mea Culpa, a book packed with opinions... what a horror. Ready? "Don’t speculate on great things; for an asshole, that’s the maximum." Get it tattooed.