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Damn, you made me laugh. Thanks, dude.

Well, Mr. Pin, you're asking for it! Of course, if you keep trying to cook it in the helmet, it will be hard to turn it over. Can't you leave, at least in the kitchen, the heavy artillery and use regular pots? By the way, would you be so kind as to explain that the "defeat" was a form of irony (evidently not perceivable by the amused mastelliano) referring precisely to "la guera è guera"? I fear it will be difficult, but you can do it; I have lost all hope. I'm all battered from the blows, the reference to the Knight is yet another exquisite witticism. I really have to give up, too much sharp analytical ability, all those intelligent judgments. Brrrr, such charm, such lightness, so much savoir vivre. Really too much. See you elsewhere, Mr. Pin, who knows. I take advantage of the opportunity we talked about a few days ago; today is a beautiful day. Bai bai.

:) have a nice...bis!

Good morning, miss. How did it go last night?

I evidently mixed up reading the posts without looking at the signatures. But it doesn't seem to be that serious: in both, I read a need, while being attributed to others, to pronounce judgments. Which somehow unites them. This generated a reaction (reacting by thinking one is acting) that distracted me from delving into the issues raised by Ugly. Who, due to lightness and irony, will have understood perfectly that the intentions attributed to me likely lie within the modus operandi of those who "externalized" them, certainly not mine. To clarify, "perhaps accurate" referred to your idea that attempting to converse in this space could connect to what you were saying. (And the term salotto was a reference to another exchange that took place in another conversation, with Pin) For me, it is, in fact, not very relevant. To me, it's not very accurate. Shouldn't it have been said? - But I was wrong, anyway. It is quite similar, evidently. And there are also some wise ones to explain to you what the nature of your interlocutors is. I abandon the field, clearly defeated. Very lightly, though. Because irony doesn’t seem to dwell in the quarters of those who make themselves its champions. Aside from the necessary clarification, I completely agree with what you say in your post. Regards.

Very kind of you, Lello. Your description seems confirmed by the samples; I will try to get my hands on this record. Thank you.

I notice with a certain relief (could it be the satisfaction of an emotional deficiency, doctor?) that between the lines of a sententious logorrheic exercise, you kindly acknowledge that, after all, the person is not foolish. It’s funny that such an exercise also includes, in addition to summary definitions of people, a trending hobby: among the many scattered, ("shameful the attempt to ridicule" whom? Are you a relative of Mastella? Isn’t it rather this behavior that is shameful, judging intentions, distorting them, and using them for such low-level games?) a clever dig regarding the "redundant language and the use of unnecessarily and ostentatiously sought-after vocabulary" precisely from you. But evidently, decency is held hostage by the fervor of pontificating, and given your own statements (“La guerra è guerra”), the spirit with which you enter "the arena" does not allow for obsolete forms of respect. Fine, I take note of the outburst, or rather the encyclical, and I bid you farewell.

The Crackdown ('83, I think) is much more "pop" as it may seem like nonsense, with them. A more subdued electronic sound. But there’s one track that I have always liked a lot, just from the title: Why Kill Time (When You Can Kill Yourself).

Hey Sfascia, Kosmo is perplexed, Burn declares: "with classic pop they’re not capable." Of course, releasing a Degustibus card never hurts, I’m trying to eavesdrop and then we’ll see each other again, maybe. It's true, like Massimof, I see it more fluent: is it perhaps the material that gives it such semblance?

We're talking about minimal systems, dear Ugly. About survival, mostly. All that hashish and that Paisley might not exactly be what comes to mind for a conversation in DeBaser's living room, and perhaps they don't fit that well. But maybe we continue anyway, us guys. Who probably have a few more springs behind us than you. But, evidently, with less wise "adult" detachment. Certainly no nostalgia for nights and buddies and cars (all stuff that really had its time, hashish included) and zero interest at all for the grand systems. See you, Ugly.