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Forget about Bug, it's really strong. What a disgusting world. Blah!

1) Wait for the release date. 2) Comparing Huskers/Dinosaur Jr feels a lot like Ass/Vagina... why choose when you can have both? 3) You could have written it in the diary; it was better there. 4) Nice album, increasingly closer to Uncle Neil than to their past. With Beyond, they had joked around, poked fun at themselves, catered to the kids who were demanding them. These are the Dinosaurs twenty years later. So much class, so much craft, good songs, but too much on the fire. 60 minutes is too much for anyone, let alone a band of fifty-year-olds. 5) Warehouse is the uallera of Zen Arcade. 6) You could have mentioned that they released it on Jagjaguwar, the hottest label right now... but rightly so, you downloaded the album and who cares who released it? Right.

Clarification: the album "re-released" when the second album was released.

And I know them... in person, I mean. Anyway, they also made a second one and it wasn't bad either. The comparison with Negramaro is a complete hair theft.

You have to read between the lines. What surprises me is that the English don't come to Naples. The English who opposed Napoleon in Naples, who protected the Bourbons in Sicily by imposing upon them a "British-style" constitution, the same English who fomented banditry and who, after a few years, funded Garibaldi and other Masons to create a unified Italy that would be unification for someone else but here tastes like a scam... all amidst corruption funded by the English crown, banditry, and Freemasonry. Well, those same English, hated by Maradona and whom Maradona purged, don’t come here. I don't believe in coincidences, and what struck me the most is that the documentary emphasizes (I believe the point of the documentary is precisely this... or at least my interpretation or at least the one that Kusturica wanted to convey, I bet), the universality of stories and developments in the SOUTH of the world, both in Naples and Buenos Aires, passing through Belgrade. Certainly, I can’t start from Buenos Aires, but I start from what I know and feel is mine. That said, it doesn't seem to me that I have given too much emphasis to Naples. Naples was a means, not an end. Then one reads what one wants, but those were my intentions. And above all, the reason I wrote this is also in reaction to the criticisms written in the "Neapolitan" newspapers, which have neither the audacity nor the vibrancy worthy of that word. They accused Kusturica, at the time of the film's release, of having made a "political mess" and of having used Maradona and his mind consumed by excesses. And this is where the issue lies because Maradona, as I see it, is both the means and the end of the documentary. Maradona does not stop at football, for better or worse, just as he does not stop at Naples. I made him start in Naples, but I didn’t stop him in Naples.

Imagine, Melisso. You get laughed at because you're a pervert, but not with Ezekiel. I have a conscience too. Hi, maniac. Fewer wanks, more life.

Ezekiel, I would like you to let Melissus have his way with you. Just know that he wants it, he's just shy. You make the first move.

Melisso, there's only one thing you need to understand: you aren't on the same level as anyone except for the pervert who wanders around parks in a bathrobe filming old ladies. You're a pathetic loser and that's how you should be treated. Look at the picture: what an ugly mug. Congratulations and keep the Christian Democrat nurse as a friend, latent gay. Those are the people for you. Tschuss.

What if a magnificent fifty-year-old pretends to be a woman online? You’re just a magnificent poor thing. A sick person, if you want to know. Talking to you? I don’t talk to people like you; I just insult them until I feel like stopping. Now I have nothing to do and I feel like it. I can’t help it, perverts like you make me sick... and if on debaser you pretend to be a woman, I can only imagine what else you’re pretending to be on dating sites and similar stuff. You’re pathetic, and poor Basaglia. He thought he was doing something good, and look where we ended up. With a pervert, a maniac, a glutton who calls himself a splendid fifty-year-old. This is just beautiful.

Ezekiel, a jerk given by you is priceless (after the Antichrist and Into The Wild especially). For everything else, there's Mastercard... anyway, jerks always come in pairs, if you like latex and role-playing keep an eye on Melisso who can give you a lot of satisfaction. And above all, speak when you're spoken to. It's a matter between me and the depraved one. One must make the most of these situations, who knows when they'll arrest him for possession of child pornography and we'll miss out on him.