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I'm sorry, Mariaelena, if there's someone who's tiresome, that would be you. And rude. Speak directly to me. Not to your little friends. And answer what I ask you. I only repeat myself when you don't respond. But every time I have new topics and questions. I talk about music. I comment on reviews. I refrain from judging people. You tell lies to support your ridiculous and victimistic posts. And what do you know about my soul? And what do you know about my life? Your impudence leaves me stunned. What do you know about what I know and don't know? You are unparalleled in arrogance. With what right do you presume to make insinuations about me... you who can't muster an ounce of self-irony?

I also provided evidence, Mariaelena, and I argued... so, if you say that nofake's words are right... what do you reply? How do you argue?

Does it seem? Does it seeeeeeeem? Does it seeeeeeeeeem? Clarissa (the sb(r)ocket), Paci, and Negeletto to name a few... but there are suspicions about others as well, but... one can't just spend their time chasing after other people's madness and rudeness. What is unbearable is the audacity with which Marielena poses as a moralizer only to then act in the opposite way... What the hell! Come on!

What can we say about my 37cm flaming sword?

I QUOTE, I MUST QUOTE (sorry for the bold): "Can I tell you something? You know how many exhibitionists and even more I’ve come across in my reviews and otherwise over these two years? Do you know how many? But I’ve never insulted them, I just avoid them. If you don’t like him, avoid him, that’s how I see it. Then, by all means, do as you wish.
Name: Mariaelena | Date: 17/4/2007 | Rating: ? | Rating for the Album: ? " I had missed the peacemaker version of Mariaelena. There are other interesting posts like this one, but let’s leave it. You surprise me more and more every day, Marielenuccia. And you are as false as Judas, to stay on theme. Don’t listen to her. And I’ll tell you why: 1) Mariaé builds ridiculous and easily detectable fakes and insults people: go see how sweet Clarissa fills her posts with words of tolerance and respect... 2) Pay close attention to Mariaelena’s posts when she’s praised and those when she’s criticized/contradicted. In the latter case, she reacts with the speed of a viper, spreading bitterness and various crudeness. At worst, she adopts a silence that implies many things. Primarily cowardice. 3) This ties back to point 2: Marialena, in your last two reviews, I asked you a polite question about a musical topic, and you never bothered to respond. Not even after numerous and courteous reminders. Is this a place for discussion and exchange of ideas for you? Your silence is worth an insult, I assure you. And come on, I was waiting for you on my review... I invited you, and you didn’t show up... what a disappointment... Anyway, I take this opportunity to ask you again: which folk bands are trying to imitate the Mojave 3 that you don’t accept in the Bible of music?

A purely voyeuristic film, fitting for our times where the sensationalism of pain and death draws an audience. Perfect for those who faithfully follow the countless reality shows, the little news programs, and for those who were moved by little Tommy's funeral broadcasted live nationwide... And then, Jesus's life told by an American makes me anxious, just as happened with the Trojan War or the Iliad to name a few recent examples. There's no longer any sense of restraint.

PURE UTERINE DRAINAGE. Enk, why do you hesitate?

Cazzoooooooooooooo Enk!!!!! Enk my loveeeeeee, where the hell have you been!!!!!! We searched for you everywhere. We thought of a mutation that made you unrecognizable as well as unable to express yourself (from upupa to worm, from farting sparrow to dung beetle, from triceratops to staphylococcus). Thank goodness you still exist. And that you keep writing nonsense. Welcome back, dear. We missed you. Pietrominchiadura and I were just waiting for you for the de-meeting of human cases. I'm really moved. I offer you my 37 polished ones in a sign of friendship for the occasion. Don't hurt yourself.

Pure uterine purging. Take that. Take that again.

Instead of insulting me for free in the playlist (I was only quoting a phrase from Clarissa, as you well know...), why don't you answer my questions? Instead of hypocritically emphasizing the whiny farewell letter that was on the homepage, why don't you think about the gratuitous insults you've also encountered (like a coward and under a false name) directed at me? Instead of winking at your little friends like Dante, don't you consider engaging in a musical discussion when someone politely asks you a question? Instead of persisting in this silence that reeks of arrogance (and lack of arguments), why don't you set aside this sensitivity of yours that borders on the ridiculous?