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Dear irate De-Replicatoreo Mister Mr.Nobody (forgive the sterile suffix duplication), I am sorry not to have yet had the opportunity (you surely had much better things to do… or at least I hope so) to read your (surely significant) reply to what has been said above (..don’t worry: it’s just the n-th useless demolisher logic): unfortunately, I must overall NOT confirm (re-examining your previous irate de-replicator string..) that the destroyer writing on your (personal as well as respectable.. but a sacred de gustibus shall we not put it?) opinion on the horrible (I mean I could absolutely agree with you: I am, just so it’s known, the first to consider it) smash"prose" (?) is almost totally indifferent (don’t give it too much importance, please). You also know what the "ridiculous" thing is (no offense, obviously) [forgive the parenthesis abuse], that my proemial recycling dictionary de-commentation was NOT directed at you in any way: therefore, the one who felt called into question a tad randomly, I fear, is you. The second (sterile and joking: understood? JOKING?) smash/de-commentation I could have/should have even avoided (given the implications..), but I reiterate (in case it wasn’t understood) that it was a boutade ad personam (in Italy, almost everything is done ad personam.. I really see little to get heated about). Another question: (I know I’m boring.. but what can you do, unfortunately this morning, having to work all day, I would have gotten up early and having "some" minutes to spare, I wanted to generously dedicate them to you) I don’t know exactly what role you play within the debaserian writing context (spiritual guide, director, scribe, critic, fine thinker, editor, flatterer/praiser of others’ de-reviews, various and/or potential, etc. etc.) [by the way, I don’t care much], but (as you said you addressed yourself exclusively to the cordial de-reviewer and de-recycler Mr. EneaThe Diavolo, hence you disliked my oblique and transversal intervention very much) if you really want to talk (without interference) privately with someone (just so as not to waste precious space in calc-i-e to others' de-reviews) there exists (you know better and more than I do) the appropriate debaser mailbox.. damn I didn’t consider, in fact I forgot that you are a Phantom.. hence you cannot receive anything. I conclude (finally..) using your concluding and saluting phrase: Well, lots of beautiful things. (seriously). Cordial greetings and wishes for a happy Easter as well as a happy Ferragosto. To see us again with greetings. S.C. of (s)trust. p.s. also know that conversely (arghh.. didn’t you say you were shutting down??) the smash-writing always reads with curiosity and amusement (as I already testified to you back then) your albeit barely readable but always pleasant gray de-deliveries.

Dear de-reviewer Monsieur Michi, simply one of the most intriguing groups (de gustibus, naturellement) to emerge in the last twenty years. Personally, the DeadCan Dance work I prefer remains the descent "into the Labyrinth," but this is still a truly powerful debut. Anything else to say? Respectful greetings in abundance, if not more. Your s.c. of (m) trust.

Dear de-storifier Monsieur Antmo, a most delightful de-review for a totally smashingly unknown record (just to change it up: it’s becoming a scandal by now). Honestly, I would have enjoyed attending the de-narrated fest more for the "surrounding/corollary" than specifically for the (as can be gleaned from the pleasant de-review) BrandX-muziq of the background (or foreground). Nonetheless, thank you a ton for the de-signalling. Obsequiously yours and salutations. Your s.c. of (s)trust.

Dear Mr. Nobody, wow how "we" are sensitive/nervous.. and what will it ever be.. an authentic keyboard tornado VS a miserable destroyer of (dis)trust; would the wretched writer here use "flattering tones"? And (forgive me for asking) towards whom? And above all, FOR WHAT REASON?? (Really, your "cyclone" is seriously subject to the classic DE GUSTIBUS, no doubt about it). Kind Mr. Nobody (perhaps you, from your high-flown visual perspective, don’t realize), I would consider your "opinions" a tad "lapidary" on the dismal account... No problem, as they say in Azerbaijan: persevere, as you see fit (or as you’re used to..). Lastly, forgive me (to avoid any potential misunderstandings) if in any way you feel that the demolishing writing has "offended" you: that was certainly not my intention. Just a simple playful curiosity to know who really hides behind such a (confirmed) "hurricane" of censorship/verbose rhetoric. Now I know surely a bit more and better (not as much as I hoped, but life goes on). Lots of regards, if not more. Your (apparently not too much) s.c. of (dis)trust.

But above all, and finally, who (the hell) would this super-omniscient-encyclopedic-long- arm-censor-I-know-it-all-there-is-n o-one-like-me-whatever-you-think-I- am-right-and-nothing-more-signed-Mr .Nobody-?-? Respect to todos. (Including Mr.Nobody). Your S.C. of (dis)trust.

recycle: recycle v. 1st tr. (Pres. ind. recycle); in technology, to reintroduce part of the raw material into the processing cycle, either because it is provided for in the work plan or because the raw material has not been transformed to the desired extent.
recycling waste, disposing of waste by recovering, through separate collection, that material (paper, glass, etc.) which can be reused after further processing; this allows for a reduction in the amount of waste and savings on raw materials; to put into circulation banknotes of illicit origin (dirty money); this financial operation requires a complex conversion of the banknotes themselves that allows them to be replaced with "clean" money, meaning not identifiable by serial numbers as coming from illegal activities. Excuse the recycling of money laundering. Your S.C. of (d)trust. P.S. I wouldn't express myself fully on the record as I am ridiculously unknown, nonetheless.

Dear De-Replicator Monsieur EneaTheDiavolo, it is obvious that this is done solely and specifically to have a little fun. After all, the life of a miserable cartwright for three thalers (and a bit of a mess) is already sufficiently unfulfilling: at least in the cozy (until we unanimously decide to web-defenestrate me) debaserian context, I would occasionally (always extending the utmost respect to everyone) take some mitopoietic and verbal liberties... nothing to worry about, I assure you and certify on the spot. Best regards from the insuleggianti. Signed: Your Contorci Lamiere di (s)fiducia.

Dear de-reviewer Monsieur Antmo, the disconcerting de-reviewer work of yours (goodness, Lemmy, besides being unproposable, in this guise it had nearly completely escaped me); the record also seems rather nice indeed. Muchas Gracias for the oblique de-signaling. Golden regards aplenty. Your S.C. of (distrust).

Esteemed de-reviewer Monsieur (unnamable), heartfelt and cordial congratulations as well as felicitations for your commendable and encyclopedic, as well as all-encompassing de-reviewing action (isn't it unfortunate to have nothing to do during the holidays, eh?). Healthy and humorous regards. Your trusted S.C.

Dear Monsieur Hab, the personal data (LUCKY YOU, to avoid any misleading misunderstandings and with the utmost respect) now reveals in its resplendent grandiloquence more than one obscure de-reviewer/commentator. Kind regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.