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"Everything you know is false." IT IS TRUE.

"Everything you know is false" IS FALSE.

I meant the little Tarzans as an opening to the review, rascal, and I'm this pea à la Punisher.
The affection remains unchanged. :)

Mr. Core, his bodily effluvia are certainly not orchids - which, combined with his loquacity, as Beckett said...

I prefer the solitude of the entrepreneur to his (mythical?) caravanserai: I would dance a taranta, if anything, from Wales I keep Dylan Thomas and throw away the campesini. Well done as usual, not even clattering on Your i-Pad between one olive picked and another – are you sure you’re picking them? :)

If I step down into the Savannah like Bono, I wear Louis Vuitton, who cares! Mr. Aldo Fittante said about the Puni-movie: "Every now and then, some Italian filmmaker dares to venture into less frequented territories. Here, we’re even in the metaphysics of porn, with a static shot of about eighty minutes focused on Ciccio's penis, stuck in bed for twenty days due to a fractured pelvis. To fight boredom, the man starts making phone calls, playing with his member, gathering various young ladies, joking with fire and chocolate, wax and a pair of sunglasses, a wrench, and the unavoidable fellatio. Until the inevitable ending featuring 'champagne'. Zarantonello knows a thing or two about provocation and talent: he shows he knows his craft and flirts playfully with irony. His intent is clear: through a most bizarre point of view, he lowers the camera just above Ozu's height to stigmatize with a smirk the phallocentricity of the world. Funny, even tinged with a yellow deviation, the challenge runs along the tracks of the senses with enjoyed and self-satisfied pleasure. Medal of honor for the 'protagonist,' the porn actor Franco Trentalance, who offers himself with stoic generosity."
From Film Tv, no. 22, 2005

Mr. Punisher is the only tangent diforist in this beautiful tatzebao, be cautious before turning him into an ass transmigrator.

I really like The Wake, eternally grateful to PVC for introducing me to it!

The Miles I understand the least, thrown into the meat grinder of fanciful assemblies and money-spinning: the one who told half the world to go fuck itself, never once directing his arrows at the record labels – whom he certainly didn’t love, yet who allowed him to maintain a rockstar lifestyle. An album for completists that I hardly listen to. Loving as much, if not more than I do, Davis the excellent reviewer will understand...

My dear friend P***, devoted like my peer Chinaski, is today (meaning for a decade) the director of the post office in ***. I hope to become an honorary consul in Mexico.