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aristocat and your mother's whore that I'm fucking at this moment, shall I not greet you? Flinstone | 9/26/2007 | 2:52 PM - Honestly, I'm fed up with these human cases, dear Metal. Silly games for stupid kids. Instead, I propose a human case for the entire site www.debaser.it in its entirety. Maybe soon a legal case in a nice court. aivistomai. Best regards :-) Flinstone | 9/28/2007 | 1:26 PM - Far from my intention to succumb to victimhood, but I just want to say that I will remain on this site only to respond to the attacks and insults unleashed by sly provocations from the usual fakes (GiudiceWoodcock in my case). After that, I will leave here forever because I have a dignity that I want to safeguard, even if only virtually. Flinstone | 9/28/2007 | 8:40 PM - Here it is, the dignity I was rambling about. And it is still here. Everyone draw their own conclusions: personally, I believe I can't tolerate such a presence. Best regards.

OK WOODCOCK COGLIONE, IT RAINED SO HARD THAT IT POURED. THANKS TO YOU, I'M LEAVING THIS FUCKING SITE. THE DAY THE POSTAL POLICE TAKES IT DOWN BY PUTTING THOSE FOUR MEAN SPIRITS WHO COWARDLY HIDE IN THE SHADOW OF DEBASER.IT IN JAIL, I'LL LAUGH SO MUCH. A LOT. I PERSONALLY WISH YOU A NICE CANCER THAT MAKES YOU PRAY TO DIE BECAUSE YOU'RE SUFFERING TOO MUCH, FAILED LITTLE MAN WHOEVER YOU ARE HIDING BEHIND THE NICK "WOODCOCK." LONG LIVE ONDAROCK AND ALL THE "DOC" DEBASERIAN SITES YOU HATE BECAUSE THERE ARE SMART PEOPLE THERE AND HERE ONLY FRUSTRATED TIME-WASTERS WITH RARE EXCEPTIONS THAT CONFIRM THE RULE. ALL IDIOTS. LONG LIVE SANJURO. LONG LIVE HAPPYPIPPO. LONG LIVE THOSE WHO REPENT AND TEAR THEMSELVES AWAY FROM THIS ROTTING SITE BEFORE THEIR BRAINS COMPLETELY DECAY. Flinstone | 9/26/2007 | 2:27 PM

When enough is enough, it's time to act. So, Jake, I'm sorry this has to happen here, but it was bound to occur sooner or later. Given that this user (whom I mentioned only because a post has linked him to me) has the dignity of a doormat and dares to give lessons, it is necessary to clarify who he is and what he means by "I suggested a strong-colored photograph from the site www.debaser.it." To do this, it suffices to quote some of his posts. Since then, I have not deemed it appropriate to deal with such an individual, and everyone should do what they feel is right. However, it seems to me that the audacity with which he dares to reappear cannot be tolerated. Here’s a small but significant sample of his posts: "SENTI TESTA DI CAZZO DICO L'ULTIMA COSA E DOPO ME NE VADO PERCHE' ANCHE SE TU PIANGERAI PER QUESTO, LA MIA VITA COMUNQUE E' VERA E NON VIRTUALE (COME LA TUA). A PROPOSITO DI RUSSIA, NON SO SE TI E' GIUNTA NOTIZIA, MA QUI ABBIAMO GLI HACKER PIU' SCALTRI DEL PIANETA TERRA. VOLENDOLO E AVENDO SOLDI DA BUTTARE POSSIAMO ENTRARE NEL SERVER DI WWW.DABASER.IT E TIRAR FUORI UN TABULATO DI TUTTI GLI INDIRIZZI DI TUTTI GLI UTENTI. POSSIAMO STABILIRE L'IDENTITA' NATURALE DI TUTTI VOI. QUINDI PER ME CHE TI NASCONDI DIETRO UN FAKE E' MENO CHE SE TI NASCONDESSI DIETRO AL TUO DITO MIGNOLO. TI SALVA SOLO IL FATTO CHE HO DI MEGLIO DA FARE E PIUTTOSTO DI PAGARE UN HACKER PER QUESTE MINCHIATE MI FACCIO UNA VACANZA. E GUARDA CHE TRE ANNI FA HO DETTO CREPA A UN TALE CHE MI AVEVA PESANTEMENTE ROTTO I COGLIONI. DOPO TRE MESI GLI E' VENUTO UN ICTUS ED E' CREPATO. APPUNTO. QUINDI VATTI A FAR CONTROLLARE. MAGARI IL CANCRO TI STA GIA' LAVORANDO DENTRO. E VAI AFFANCULO." Flinstone | 9/26/2007 | 3:44 PM

c.v.d.

I have no need, Bartleboom. And there’s no tragedy unfolding. And yesterday, at this Aura, I reserved three posts, what all afternoon? Rather, I see that you and your little friend speak the same language: good, keep doing that with him and, next time, avoid stimulating my weightiness by involving me in your wise and light posts. So many lovely things.

@Bartle: it seems clear to me that I wasn't complaining about the absence of "citation" but rather the fact that your post suggested that the cause of the "garbage" was this "Flin" and Odra (read it again and then tell me). The fact that there has been an exponential increase in the presence of users with fake nicknames who visit every page with the obvious intent to annoy and "pollute" the site is evident (resulting in an overall dismal situation and the mass abandonment of many of the best users): being somehow equated with one of them is, I repeat, objectively offensive, for the reasons already stated. Then, the fact that you, having stated shortly before that you recognized one, who loudly proclaimed their abandonment of the site while threatening and insulting, and then reappears predictably, deem it appropriate to thank them "for the kind words" seems strange to me, but that's your business. - Regarding the musical issue: obviously, being literally in love with the sound of the instrument in question, I have a particular interest in its use in "borderline" contexts where the extraordinary versatility of its voice can turn out to be even more surprising. In the classical realm, while I appreciate Fournier's interpretations of Bach's suites, I still prefer Maiski's visceral sensitivity, his exploration of SOUND, as evidenced by the extensive piece I wrote about it. Finally, I don't think it's essential, even on a good page like this, to avoid jokes or banter, exchanges of opinions that allow space for irony. However, I believe that the parasites infesting it, seeking visibility and an outlet for their frustrations and loneliness, should be disregarded. That's why I regret when, not identifying them, I end up giving them credit. Certainly, thanking them is not one of the options I consider.

@ Aura: minni vaiu = I'm leaving. - I'll be back for the announcements from the page: whoever you are, you resemble boredom too much. Never again. (It means I won’t respond to any of your other posts) - @ Bartleboom: before your little friend "Flin" (or whoever he is) delighted us with his comments on others' humor, I believe I made some "tasty proposals" as well, because I generally contribute to pages about authors and albums I know, expressing an opinion, or those that mention works I don't know but find interesting, usually to thank for the tips. The fact that I gave an opportunity to an individual incapable of assessing the limits of others' patience shouldn't lump me together with him in having reduced the page to "rubbish." In truth, I find this "association" quite offensive. - @ Jake: between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, a small convoy of tastings.

Mhh... I got it, dear Aura, the story about the breathalyzer, despite my reflexes being clouded by age (perhaps closer to that of my grandfather than yours). But precisely for this reason, I noticed your spirit: clear enough? - Then: the aura, as it is commonly understood, is a feminine noun. So you shouldn't be surprised that your interlocutor adjusts to such evidence, nor should you raise any issues about gender identity. Rather, if you fear misunderstandings regarding your sexual identity, choose a different nickname. - And finally: saying goodbye to you, on the other hand, adapting to both possible genders of the interlocutor, is preferable (and in my humble opinion also more elegant, since it seems to matter to you) than that ugly "goodbye to you" (among other things, susceptible to further and trivial double meanings that are almost inevitable) - Many lovely things, minni vaiu.

Well well well, dear Aura, I see that when it comes to spirit, you certainly have substance, as the breathalyzer confirms. So there seems to be neither a problem nor an issue at hand, it seems to me, as “problem” is quite a strong word. Bai bai

But no, Contempl/a/zione, I am flattered by the attention of this Aura and I certainly have no doubts about the elegance of my grandfather, declining any pretensions regarding my own elegance: I never thought I had any. And learning that I "snatched" a smile (from all of you: good heavens!) is a source of satisfaction. This encourages me to improve my performance: next time I'll try with a lacerated contusion. And I beg you, dear Aura, please don’t lose your composure; I might not be able to resist the temptation of a wordplay with obvious double meanings...