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You are... you are... cruel, that’s what you are. You have no right to hit me so tenderly. Reminding me of that carnival of crazy love, of kisses under the swing ride, of long walks by the chemical toilets... that’s not fair. PS I liked Donatello... mmhhh... with that stick, who knows what he was doing...
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Today I put them back on (first day of spring, here), and both the one from the DeLorean and << fricchettoni senza appello e con le mani legate, condannati a sospingere in cerchio enormi balle di marijuana solo col petto. In eterno... >> came to mind. One of the most magnificent "things" ever written up here.
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I've already stopped considering you my little online buddy. Now I'm removing your naked photo from my desktop and replacing it with one of Yosif with two terabytes of Californian melopunk (remixed RnB by Estelle) covering his privates. What a disappointment.
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Wait, though, you didn't answer me: did you mess with Stefan? It's a duty of every man.
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Oh, because if I hadn’t said anything and you actually did it, just imagine how much I would have laughed while driving by in the off-road vehicle and seeing 4 Milanese idiots swearing and drinking warm beer in shorts! I ruined my own laughter, I saved your vacation for you. Check the place on Google Earth, search for "bugerru," and then move along the coast. You’ll see just one color for a few kilometers: sandy yellow.
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I don’t like it. You’ve written a very precise text full of details, references to chapters, dates, explanations of a thousand kinds... about a book that gives you no explanations, it throws everything at you and you take from it what you want. Very nice overall, but it doesn’t match the style of the subject at hand. Anyway, congratulations on the choice, I would have liked to do it myself.
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I was thinking of renting a camper for the dunajam: we could set sail from Livorno or Lazio (so Mich can come too), take the ferry on cargo ships that cost less, and save money on hotels. In the afternoon, we’d chill on the beach watching the sunbathers’ boobs like when we were young, and in the evening, it’s beer and rock'n'roll until dawn, always in flip-flops and baggy shorts. Yesss! You have no idea about the place; it’s the only sandy desert in Europe. No sunbathers (it’s May, Sardinians are born in June), no kiosks, no beer, no shade. There’s only one hotel planted in the middle of the desert, and it’s fully booked. I’m heading down Friday night, Saturday morning I’ll sleep on the beach, see the live show Saturday night, then Sunday morning I’ll crash at a friend's in Cagliari (which isn’t close) and head back in the afternoon. Staying there for more than two days and not in a hotel is suicide. And trust me, you won’t get a camper there in May; the little ancient asphalt will be buried under sand blown around by the winter winds, they only clean it up in June making it somewhat passable. Unless you have a camper converted from an Hummer H1, then yes. A car and flat stones in the trunk to put under the wheels after getting stuck in the sand, that's the only possible kit.
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I told you that they were much, much, much better live. Because you can feel Mani and see him face to face. If you didn’t carry on my crusade by telling Stefan to crank up the volume of the drums even on the CDs, then I’ll delete you from my imaginary friends list. Immediately. I always tell him (in my life, I’ve seen seven concerts, four of them were theirs), I could only do it once in Cagliari because I didn’t want to further disturb my already worn-out companion, but in Bugerru in May, I’ll annoy him both Friday and Saturday. He needs to understand, his damn guitar is really getting on my nerves. Seriously.
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See? We’ve always told you that you didn’t understand a thing. Little by little, you’re starting to get it... little by little, huh?
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Yes, indeed, aside from the movie (which I stumbled upon by chance), it is not very acclaimed as a book by Sciascia. Perhaps it's because after an avalanche of books, essays, treaties, conferences, and newspaper articles from Leonardo, all on the theme of Fantasma Formaggino, readers were evidently a bit saturated on the subject. However, after having read them all, you realize that in these few pages he manages to capture the essence of all his books on the topic. There's the detective story, the mystery, the psychological angle of those involved and the citizens, there are the ramifications of the Fantasma from the police to pastoral life to the church and, of course, to politics, and there’s the impactful ending. Everything, in just a few lines for each aspect. A hyper-protein shake.