panlio malmieri

But then it’s nice how people take seriously, in a certain context, expressions like "I hate you" or other things (as well as numerous other things). You never cease to amaze me.
And at most, I’m just an "old intellectual."

oh, the return is the other. fantastic! I love "here I am again." I would like it as a bathroom, especially.
HeHeHeHe.

Well, I can't, I'm sorry. If you have issues with orchitis, that's your problem.
Anyway, I'm not anyone's return, I'm a joyful arrival.

I almost forgot:
"have a good laugh from time to time."

Ah, another thing, among other things there are various compliments in the review, or evident involvement in remembering the reading. But of course, the beasts merely noticed the negative judgments, especially those that weren’t there! (“awful,” “mediocre,” “tacky”).
Is it fan tas ti co! or is it fan ta sti co? I need to review the syllabication!

"brain-wrecking mess!".
damn, how hard it is to write.

oh it’s true, it doesn’t say “for me”, but “as far as I’m concerned”! that changes everything!
you see. here’s one of the problems with culture. people have forgotten about subjectivity. if one doesn’t express themselves like a respectful and composed encyclopedia, they get confused. if one conforms to the judgment chiseled in the Sacred Stones of Literature, they shatter their own minds. damn, I’ve never read such fantastic delusions as those of syderurgic! he built entire universes from a little phrase, invented a Middle Earth more detailed than Tolkien’s and turned me into Frodo! genius! he doesn’t even know me!
maybe instead of searching for the ineffable behind every sentence, floating in the air like hot air balloons filled with chest-thumping and pompous CULTURE, things for People of a Certain Level – which is actually just a great way to alienate oneself from the concreteness of reality, a way to absorb other people's hierarchies while trampling on oneself – in short, just another arbitrary order of the world – but culture isn’t knowledge, culture is false consciousness from its very origin, and the proof is precisely these delirious responses to a Ridiculously Funny Review (which moreover, simply states what I think: that I’ve read it enough, and I will never read it again – because it drove me nuts! and here come the delusions of sympaticus! it’s FAN TAS TIC! or FAN TA STI C? I need to review my syllabication!). culture isn’t knowledge, it’s its hierarchical idealization – knowledge is a set of KNOWLEDGES. knowing how to build a table or a chair as far as I’m concerned is far more important than memorizing the nonsense written in the complete works of Plato, with its misleading, alienating idealistic childishness. and I’m not a carpenter! I don’t even know how to hold a screwdriver! damn it! what you call culture is just gulping down tons of pages and regurgitating them according to other people's hierarchies. knowledges are “infinite”. the ways of organizing them, considering them, hierarchizing them, are infinite too.
damn fools! you will die in the flames of hell! I hate you! but I will return! oh I will return! and I will destroy you! ahahhahahaha.
no, I won’t return. I mean I will return, but only if I feel like it. okay, I’ll definitely come back.
“but not to read you.”

but just say you didn't pass elementary school! then I'll draw you some pictures!
it's magical, fantastic how you manage to read everything you want in what I've written, except for what's actually written. I admire you! the unfettered imagination, the kite of thought! I’m really a fan of yours!
if it says "for me" it means that I will be the one not to reread it. nowhere does it urge others not to read it:
indeed, with a rating like four stars or asterisks or balls out of five - what do you think is being communicated?
you little fools!

but it’s not tacky. it’s treacly. “and I didn’t actually advise you not to read them.”

mirror reflects! Whatever you have written!