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Wait, but Via Giolitti ... corner with?

Come on Mauretto, come on... woof.

Mauro, when we fight can I play "Eye of the Tiger" by "Survivor"? Come on, I know that song gets you pumped up, it’s so Ivan Drago, don’t you think? Or would you prefer a more fitting "Bum Bum è un cagnolino simpatico & carino dal pelo bianco bianco è un cucciolo mai stanco si con gli amici veri scontrosi ma sinceri inizia un'avventura per chi no ha paura... bum bum buuuum... buuuuum bum buuuuum... nell'avventura... sicuro tu vaaaaiii"... how sweet you are, Mauretto, come on, give me a Bau like you know how to do, it will sweeten my afternoon with honey, come on.

Oh no, sorry, now I understand what you want to do, I'll come by car, pop the hood and take out a 2m x 1m sign that says "looking for Mauro the lost puppy"... then you arrive, and after a nice feast of Chappy just like I make it because I loveyou, we’ll go and punch each other on the nose, then when our faces are all swollen we’ll go to your mom's who makes us Nutella sandwiches... okay, I'm in, see you Saturday at 8:00 PM on Via Giolitti, me with the sign, and you with your friend the homeless guy. / Ah... Mauro, why don't you say it to the faces of the Maghreb pushers "f***ing n***er"? ... you know, they usually carry a knife, but you don’t care, with your Everlast gloves and the short cut shirt to show off your big abs Big Gimme... well, it’s obvious.

Seh Seh ... sing sing ... bark little brat. I told you, if you want we’ll do it the right way, you scruffy little mutt who minds his own business, you’re out of touch with reality, you’re still thinking about broken noses and swollen cheeks, you still haven't understood what I mean. Well, when you grow up, come back around here, if I’m still around, I’ll be happy to fulfill your wishes. Little brat, small & insignificant. Bark all you want, but actions speak louder than words, and I see nothing concrete, silly. You’re not a boxer because a boxer would have accepted, you’re not a fascist because you say things that go against right-wing ideals, you’re not even twenty and it shows in the way you write. There are plenty of sixteen-year-olds looking to make noise out there, maybe on another site you might even be believed, but to me, you remain just a pup barking who, at the first chance to bite, retreats to his kennel. Woof Woof ... arf arf, come on Pluto, I’ll throw the bone down Giolitti street, and then I’ll leave you with the scruffs, since they’re so good that they don’t give a fuss. Oi oi, you still have a lot of brawls to see, don’t you think I stand on Giolitti street stopping people asking “Excuse me, may I send you to the hospital?”... oh mauro, just give me a blowjob since you’re still young and it’s better if you start learning these things early, my pretty little brat. Bye cutie cutie.

Yes, and I’m coming to the station, in the middle of 120,000 people, and I have to look for you? Come on, send me a private message with your email, we exchange phone numbers and we’ll meet, right? But the way you talk already shows that you’re just a kid; you’re still talking about "fights" and "beating each other up." There’s no hate from me, just competition. Since you say you’re so strong, I can’t miss the opportunity; it’s rare to find people ready to battle on the street. But you keep insisting on this bullshit about Termini station; this is my last post for you, I told you. It’s pointless for you to act tough with this nonsense without precision. Yes, I want your home address, I want your phone number; I’m more than willing to give you mine, I really couldn’t care less. What could you possibly do with my phone? Send me porn texts? If you want, you know where to find me, but I still don’t know where I can find you, yet you keep acting big. Then you say, "on Saturday night I’ll be around that area"... what does “on Saturday night” mean? It's not a date; what does “around that area” mean? It’s full of cops, and I’d get a report if I broke your collarbone, but you don’t think about that, because the most you’ve probably done is break a nose in your life. You don’t even understand what I mean by “let’s meet”; I’m talking about you and me, right here within a 2 km radius. If you want, I’m totally willing; as soon as I’m in the Rome area (which happens often, all roads lead to Rome... or not? Definitely much more often than a poor loser like you comes here for vacation), I’ll contact you. For now, bye bye.

But even I don’t really find her disgusting, however she makes such beautiful music that it makes you think of Carla Bruni when you close your eyes. She doesn’t hold a candle to her talent, I hope I’m making myself clear. You hear her voice, you picture a goddess... and instead she’s just a normal girl :D. The Portishead DVD doesn't appeal to me because it takes away the poetry from the sound... I repeat, if it were made like Live At Pompeii by the Floyd, with images, photos, and 3D footage... it would be worthy of being alongside Live At Pompeii, and I’m not just throwing out a random DVD, we’re talking about Perlazza increddiBBBile. Then without a doubt, spending an evening with her would change my mind, hearing those vocal cords panting I think would be better than the entire discography of Pink Floyd, Zappa, Patton... whoever you want, well. But as long as I only see her on TV (and in that DVD she’s heavily made up, the foundation reflects in the camera, even worse live) and not within reach, it feels like Mocio Vileda to me, and the grimaces she makes are very Exorcist-like... I wonder what she would do if given a crucifix... who knows... ;)

Anyway, I agree with Grabri's point about thanking Tarantino for bringing certain things back into fashion. However, that doesn’t mean I respect him. Bon Jovi also revived hard rock in the 80s and brought it back to the charts, but that doesn’t mean I wander around singing "aim e caubboi dedd or ellaiv" ;) / Let’s just say I spit in their face while saying thank you. :D

Of course anything is possible, but I will spit in Jack Black's face just like Uma's... that's for sure! :))) / I like both of them, but some things... no no no. If you touch a Fender upside down, it's execution in the square; you don't touch the upside-down Fender, nor the yellow & black jumpsuit. You make him wear a purple and blue jumpsuit, give him a black Gibson... there are many possibilities that don't offend the memory. ;)

The biggest insult, anyway, is that damn left leg forward... it’s so annoying... I’m not saying much, but at least they could have shown her the basics of posture, that goddamn Thurman with her too mega-galactic Karate pose, damn it. :D