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1 merciless, the review is amusing and well-written.

Thank you for the compliments, gè, but the good Baudelaire certainly does not disdain wine, just like Seneca, Bukowski, and too many other geniuses to list: I agree that one can also write sober, but even then, some can and some cannot.

...and a cover of rare beauty

Hello geo@gè:) it seems pointless to seek answers in nihilism, because with Kerouac (and I'm referring to On The Road as well) we are in a nihilistic dimension: the meaning of existence is existence itself, and if benzedrine or its equivalent amplify essence (and here I recommend Baudelaire's Artificial Paradises) inhibit every brake and free thoughts and actions, bringing you back to an instinctive/primordial state, then all the better. There are those who lose their memory, those who feel unwell, those who fall asleep, and there are those who feel frantic just like Leo Percepied. Well, I would advise Kerouac against the first categories.

Do you know when you see the cover, read the name of the band and the title of the album, and you already know that you can’t help but like what’s inside? This is a classic case.

it seems very interesting

great the review, brilliant the short

YouTube user comment on the Napalm Death track: "I love the groovy part at :0.1928374128.. Oh, and? that brutal drum solo at :0.128736182 is a masterpiece." ahahah:D

ajò Fedezà, whoever wants to understand, let them understand. The others in the camper.