nes Banned

oh my god, of indispensable perhaps, the absolute terms, did nothing.

Flood, smile, and altar (recorded with sunn o))) ).

"Shit-spreader" comment of the month.

A story by Lansdale brought to the screen by Bruce Campbell??? You've said everything I needed to know.

Godspeed You Black Emperor don’t seem to fit very well, but I know little about them. It’s definitely wonderful.

I prefer the charlatans. However, here I haven't felt much like picking up my friend Vinicio again.

"Just a bit of potato is enough to give a concert a 4. Whatever!". Whatever??? Get out of puberty and taste the potato.

A hare runs through the woods. It runs and runs until it reaches a stream, where lying at the edge of the water is a wolf with his eyes closed and a joint hanging from his lips. The hare stops and says to him: "We tossichello della domenica, what the hell are you doing here getting high? Can’t you feel the fresh air of the woods? Don’t you see how beautiful the colors are in the woods today? Don’t you hear the melodies of the birds singing? Why do you want to be here getting stoned? Come with me, enjoy life, run among sounds, colors, and lights!" The wolf stretches, looks to the right, then to the left, and finally decides to follow the hare. And so the wolf and the hare start running in the woods, they run and run, until they reach a large linden tree, under which a bear is lying down doing two lines of coke. "What are you doing?" the fox asks him. "Can’t you feel the fresh air of the woods? Don’t you see the shimmering colors of nature? Don’t you hear the celestial choirs that the birds are sending today??? So why do you want to be here getting high? Come with us to run in the woods, you’ll feel the air, see the colors, hear the sounds, experience the emotions! Come on, let’s run! Come, come!" The wolf drops the mirror and straw under the linden tree and joins the run in the woods. Now there are three of them running, a wolf, a bear, and a little ahead the hare. And they run, run, run, until they reach the base of a small hill where, with a syringe dangling from his arm, the fox is sitting. Immediately the hare stops dead in his tracks and starts his speech: "But why are you here getting high? Heroin does a lot of harm... Don’t you hear those sounds? Don’t you see those colors, don’t you feel the fresh air? Come with us to run, run, run, run in the woods. Come on!" The fox turns, looks at the other two, spits on the ground, and then replies: "Excuse me; but why is it that every time she takes ecstasy, we all have to run after her like idiots?"

Certo! Inviami il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

I stopped at the first point and I'm going to look for it. I listen to it and go over it. In the meantime, just for having made me discover another album with Giustino, five.