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Well... musically speaking, certainly the merits cannot be attributed to Lydon, but the poetry? Not all bands have their own poetic approach; it would also be fair not to judge a band by its poetry, but PiL has a very valid poetic vision and that comes from Lydon. Just naming a band Public Image Limited after the "glories" of the Sex Pistols is a brilliant idea, but to even present oneself on the cover of the first album portrayed like a photo-novel hero? To me, that’s genius... and then the lyrics, the most beautiful lyrics, or the ones I like the most from that period. I got Metal Box on CD, for economic reasons and because I get tired of having to get up every ten minutes to flip the record... ah, making three 12" records that spin at 45 and putting them in a cinema-sized pizza is also a stroke of genius.

Gay, listen... instead of wasting time here why not start writing a nice little poem for your next lover? Maybe something well done, not too sappy... you know, even gay people can get diabetes. Cheer up, joyful day to you and let’s hope to never hear from each other again. Now I’m off, don’t gossip too much :)

If you really read it (but I don't believe you, or at least I hope for your sake) don't say it out loud... you know how it is? Celine writes about her opinions. Hi paramecium.

But then do you see that you're sleeping with the pacifier in your mouth? What the hell percentage do you want to know if I told you I'm not there? No, consequently, logically speaking, I'm 0%...oh my God, I hope you get high enough.

Hello ignorant. Buy Celine, not Faletti. You'll improve... maybe.

"I like his novels but not his opinions." Good job, you got it all. Too bad that his novels are his life, and consequently his opinions. You can't, you can't. And what have you ever read by Céline without his opinions showing up? No, no... don't tell me. I don't give a damn.

I don't like anything about you either. It's nice when things are mutual. No links? Do you think I went to count the victims and check if they are circumcised? Listen to me, cool down, maybe it's the heat. And then you'll say: do you believe the first person who comes along and tells you something? It depends. It depends on who tells me, how they tell me, and if I'm in the mood to listen. That said, I've said everything. Bye bye. Good job, you were cheerful, you’ve remained cheerful. Faithful!

Oh my god, you've suddenly become much less cheerful. How does it feel?

It will be a chilling statement, but it is simply a fact. You make me suffer. Conspiracy theorist? Florence Nightingale, no one is a conspiracy theorist. Everyone knows how things went... you would understand it too, the things, if you didn’t have your brain all mushy with Tori Amos, comics, and music videos. When you wake up, it’s never too late.

Who knows, who knows... in America, to instill fear and thus control, they orchestrated 9/11, with fireworks and grand spectacles, of course warning the Jews in advance. For us, it was enough to have a few news reports, some gypsies, Moroccans, and some mythical Black Block that the next day, between a cappuccino and a croissant, was directing traffic in Garbatella. Anyway, Carvan, in L'Aquila normally, if you're not Carla Bruni or some other famous escort, you can't get in... I imagine during the G8. I don't think it will be possible to enter for the next two thousand years, at least until it becomes folklore and German tourists come to see the fury of nature. A new Pompeii, in short... especially since nobody mentions that since the earthquake, 17 people have died from hypothermia. But in the end, who gives a damn? They didn't die on the fortieth floor, hit by a plane piloted by someone who can barely wheelie on a bike. Nonsense, carnival.