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I've read a handful of comments, I quote Di3go and I personally tell you that in (now) 1000 days of Debaser, I've submitted a total of 23 reviews and had 22 published. The one that was rejected, "Vacanze di Natale a Cortina," I wrote 2 years ago. It was a blatant parody and a mockery of the Christmas-themed movie that had just come out, sarcastically denigrating what was happening in Cortina d'Ampezzo at that time: the raid by the Fiamme Gialle. It was fun, but it was crap. There you go: that colossally bad piece was never published. I've always loved singer-songwriters: and they preferred my reviews of Fossati, Gaber, De André, Lauzi, Paoli, and so on over that piece of crap. As you can see, sometimes they also throw away the crap.

Damn. What did I miss today! I might as well quit so I can keep up better with the new episode of the sitcom.

Can I review the 45 RPM "Inter Alé," the anthem of the Inter Champion of Italy 1979/80, sung by Mino Reitano?

I believe that the kicks in the butt I would generously offer you would make you jump much more freely.

Those glorious pages that bring meaning back to the day.

To Mercury add Chromium. And that's what you and Elvis Killer will have to apply on your backs, your limbs, and those foolish faces, when I finish inflicting violence, with such bludgeons, on the entire surface of your bodily mass. You will be so astonished, captivated by sorrow, permeated with pain, amazed by the size of your bruises and your hematomas, that I assure you, "WOW" you will say for a much more serious reason.

It looks like the cover of the Postalmarket, Spring-Summer collection 1989.

Damn it! 3000 views in 2 days for an unknown psychedelic band iuessei, not even "Led Zeppelin IV" written by "Il Tarantiniano" with various insults. Spectacular!

I don't agree. The most complete work is "Making Movies" from the following year, so you deserve One. Buhuhuhuhuahahahahah!!!!!

Fuck you, the spittle, the insults, the beatings on the back that my poor grandparents (RIP) endured from the black shirts in the '30s. And fuck you, because despite all this, they were forced to abandon their wives and children and go off to war ƥῼᴚKǾ-Ƣϔ0.