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Susheela Raman Music For Crocodiles
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(between parentheses: the de-parole sante was specifically referring to the impossible confrontation/clash Philadelphia Lait Vs Kasu Marzu)
Susheela Raman Music For Crocodiles
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De-parole sante, cordial Sir Ajejebrazorf, antzichenòt. (Do the plurals annoy as slightly de-gratuitous copious five?).
Susheela Raman Music For Crocodiles
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De gustibus (as usual). I will give you an example based on my ultra-beloved proto/mais: I hardly ever ate it for thirty-five long years and beyond... and now, on the contrary, I happily "stick" it everywhere: friends/family/ acquaintances often look at me in astonishment, veiled by a disturbed palate. I will provide you, in summary, with a few quick examples: in and with pasta (also with sauce); in/with fish/mollusks/seafood; in proto-pizza; I was also mulling over more than seriously making it float abundantly in morning milk/tea, by the way... and let’s not even talk about pairing it with other vegetables: this is particularly a non plus ultra of absurdity. When one truly, dear odradek, witnesses a most sacred de-gustibus... one is never truly wrong.
Susheela Raman Music For Crocodiles
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Very well. I bring the casu marzu cheese (antzichenò) {= Sardo-Italico translation [I bring the cheese with the worms - a delicacy from the island that I hope you know/appreciate... you may also inquire with the cordial Sir Hal, if he thinks so - antxyqùenòn]}. At 05:00 p.m. then. A nos bidere (it is also said: see you).
Paul Armfield And The Four Good Reasons Evermine
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I thought I had seen it all during my (anyway) brief presence/persistence as a debaserofile... but, never-ever would I have thought I’d find myself re-reading a really de-worthy de-stroncatoream (politely "de-punisher"? {hoping they won't take offense..}) action by the cordial de-recensoreo Monsieur Hal (I mistakenly thought that he only reviewed [like many] sound materials/aggraditi antzichenò). Beautiful and precise de-page (as praxis) [by the way ...I don't think I will ever dedicate any precious time -as I hardly have much for sounds I appreciate- to sounds that are not utterly de-appreciable antzichenò: the best art in this sense remains -according to moi- the healthy and irreplaceable unpredictability of it all... but, it is well-known, these are personal points of view antzichenò]. Concerning the artist in question (as usual), I wouldn't know a blessed cabbage-cap instead of a flower. Vegetableist greetings galore. Your trite carriages of (dis)trust.
Pino Daniele Iguana Cafè
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Chiara, respectable and in some ways a shareable explanation (there's no denying that), but... [may I express a single doubt] why do you sometimes communicate in such a way (in the parcondicio/centrist/equidistant/fl ip-flopping manner of the recently presented double-faced/punitive review)? even in real daily life? Uhm... and then am I (the unfortunate scrap dealer with no pretensions whatsoever) the one who should be worried? I do not revive (for pity's sake) the sacrosanct de gustibus [goodness, I wrote it regardless] nor any of the usual and wonderful expressions of the great (they should do it) Prince De Curtis {but come on, please}. With all due respects, extremely kind and friendly to the max. Y.s.c.d(s)f.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Requiem
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Sigh.. sniff.. {crying I would be} it jumped (rightly) to pieppari antzichénò.. sigh! A quite discouraged and emaciated one crushes sheets of (d)oubt. Sweet salutations by the bucketful. Your anxiety crushes sheets of (at this point I wouldn't know exactly how much..) [d]oubt.
Susheela Raman Music For Crocodiles
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Of course, the de-musiqa (unknown destruction.. quote "but why should I tell you?") contained within the de-presented (de-notably/ly as usual) disquo is also only partially de-riphettent reflecting the cordiality and particular feminine physiognomy/imago mentioned above, we are nearly reaching a wonderful disquo (on the contrary) [..and then the tea doesn’t bother me at all, antzikhuesì]. Best regards, congratulatory wishes. Your trita carcassevole (No albionic metal/grind band relationship) of (s)fiduciam.
Brian Eno Before and After Science
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De-sacred words, cordial Monsieur MAISA, of the SACROSANCT words (antzichenò). To me the de-reviewer actionem (perhaps why I would be a gross ignorant beyond supine) is not displeased at all antxykquénot. Saludus. Y.s.c.d(s)f.
Pino Daniele Iguana Cafè
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Uhm.. cordial and double-faced Monsieur De Punitore of (s)fiduciam, please forgive the (truly unwelcome, I imagine, but here we are..) disruptive de-interference; starting from the assumption that I would completely respect Your (often unpleasingly disruptive) modus essendi, I would just like to, in this de-seat, de-witness to You that the present, just read, brought back to my (empty) sfascia-mind some words that You de-witnessed in your (distant) de-time for the use/consumption of the mephitic grind of (s)fiduciam (testé de-scribente): namely, You argued that the greasy-written, in the pursuit of the so-called "special (de-reviews)" effect, wore not quite its own clothes (one would not specifically understand the de-motivation underlying such de-supposition, however..) identifying themselves with "something else" [in other words, I was labeled a false character: and this could very well be: Pirandello, thank heavens, wrote more than a few "little pages" in this sense]. Well, all this preamble to de-witness to You that I have the vague sensation that (also) He has now become "a slave" to such a (criticized by others) way of verbal ejection. In scouring the web-paper of the above, I have the clear (not always pleasant) de-thought that one seeks the (truly) cost-whatever-it-costs effect without practically saying anything about the record/artist under de-examination. {Clearly, and this is the final and further de-proof, everyone must express themselves in the registers they deem most appropriate antzichenò} What do you say? Am I wrong as usual? In proto-doubt, a respectful greeting. Your grind carcass of (s)fiduciam.