Eneathedevil

I don't know what this album is like, I don't want to know, but undoubtedly, due to the signature of the reviewer and considering the contributions from Jim Morrison and Moonchild, I maintain that Geenoo is inevitably right. And besides, the review is rather lacking, come on.

We'll go to the same doctor for show-offs, nuisances, and arrogant people. Together. Of course, I'll be in the kids' section; maybe they'll give me a lollipop, thinking "Oh well, he's just a kid, acting like a fool and we understand that." For you, maybe the matter will be more complicated... well, they'll find an excuse. Anyway, from this moment on, I propose to no longer direct my attention towards you; I don't want to infest the atmosphere of seriousness in your pointless diatribes about nothing in a vacuum-sealed way. If you want, keep talking to whoever you want about Bennato, about Vangelis, about "who gives 5 this way and 5 that way," about little mice and other miseries. Talk about it to me too, if you want; keep bugging me, after all I haven’t done you any personal wrong, if it makes you feel better. The fact is that from this moment on, everything you write will be what it has been for several months now: trash. Until next time.

Oh, go ahead and respond? Once upon a time, you would run away at the slightest hint of being persecuted. Far from my paranoid delusions, mere trifles by comparison: remarks that even a fool would understand were made in jest, if you’re referring to the nonsense in Cece65’s review. Instead, there are those who have blown things out of proportion over much less. But let’s leave these underground foolishnesses aside; I just want to say that I feel like an idiot for having insisted so much on addressing you here, for having truly been a supporter of yours all the way through, but please. You are sad. And one thing comforts me: you can tell me whatever you want, but at least you won’t call me "sad." Because I am anything but that; in fact, that is exactly the basis of your accusation. Call me vain, hysterical, foolish, idiot—I’ll be happy. But "sad," like you? No. And I take pride in that. Yes, yes, I really am like this, dear. Let’s not dwell any longer; I’ve already stopped leaving comments on your review ramblings: do the same for me, come on. This pathetic boy doesn’t deserve your cultured observations. Agreed? Let’s ignore each other. It’s good for you too. Kisses.

Oh, Odra, since you always want to cloister yourself in filthy and pathetic sadness, for once I will be serious, because here, whether you like it or not, you always have my name on your lips, more or less seriously speaking. I mean, have you come back in black after the theatrical troubles just to create more little shows where you always want to play it serious and assert your reasons? Who has spoken of snobbery? You’re seeing things. This is nonsense to me. FOR ME, I write it in capital letters so you understand well. The search for sound is interesting, the essential nature of the instrument reduced to its minimum even more so, but for me, what comes out is just rubbish. I don’t deny that perhaps the problem is mine, but I’ve said my piece. Do you want to hold that against me? Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable. But please stop being the unbearable prude: the series of 400 posts - to which I didn’t participate, by the way, only me - is just fine without you; actually, you did well to keep away from it. But I repeat, calm down, and don’t twist what I say. Then what do you expect? You play the precious one quoting Vangelis even here and think you can control the situation? Was it not enough, when you were in the even more pathetic guise of Mr. Nobody, to make an absurd spectacle of going everywhere talking about me, Bennato, and company? No, you just emphasize it again. You should refrain from the “little jokes” instead. Does this serious talk suit you? I hope so. Take it to heart.

Sample n.3, Jim

Excellent review for what seems to me to be incredibly interesting, fascinating, metaphysical mind games.

By the way, next Wednesday they're showing Turandot, noblesse oblige. But there's also Mercedes Ambrus doing a Lap Dance at the Malizia Sexy Bar for Women’s Day, it will be a tough choice. For now, I’ll leave you because soon we’re heading to a mega Bartezzaghi tournament on the ribaltabilone of Viale Francia. Kisses to everyone and best wishes, dear ones.

...It's obvious!

Yes, but you're at the water slide. Well, anyway, did you see? A Catanese from Bellini quoting Palermo... well, the thing speaks for itself.

But do you realize? There are 700 users online watching the nonsense you write? In my most noble review? I have a reputation!