MetallaroBionico

Ah, look, if it were up to me, I would lock all those damned men (!!!) of the church in a madhouse. Anyway, think what you want, but you still haven't answered my (only) question: what the hell do you care about the lives of others? Maybe because you don't have one of your own to think about? I repeat: I can't wrap my head around all this outrageous interference in the private lives of people who, just because they are different from you, should be superior to you. As for the rest, I couldn't care less; I'm pretty convinced I’ve lived everything worth living on the right side of reason. Nanni Moretti would say something like: you were the ones who meddled in other people's affairs! You called for repression! I, at your age, always shouted for the right things, and now I’m a splendid thirty-something.

what a lucky break!

Come on, you're everywhere... take a break, you seem like davejongimour, writing 567 comments a day... at any hour I feel like leaving a comment, you're always ready. Take it easy, pretazzo, you're working too hard...

Come on, you're everywhere... take a break, you seem like davejongimour, writing 567 comments a day... at any hour I feel like leaving a comment, you're always ready. Take it easy, pretazzo, you're working too hard...

Wow, do you really want your son to grow up like you? Damn, what a cruel father...

I've never understood why the hell people care about the rights of others. I don’t understand why the hell they care about the lives of others? But maybe it’s because they don’t have a life? But maybe it’s because we haven’t left them any rights to fight for, and on the contrary, we’ve given them all away? What the hell do these damned priests care, these cases who have so little humanity left, these terrible fathers just like their empty lives. I don’t understand what the hell you care if I, gay, want to have a child, want to have sex, want to get married, want to live together, want to love, want to feel like a child and a father, what the hell do you care? We need a revolution: in the meantime, we console ourselves by telling all these damn do-gooders to go to hell, these nice guys who still believe in the fairy tales of religions and - now and forever - we will show them how hard it is today to be different, shoving a metal "1" up their ass.

yes yes, please continue

The important thing is not the self-vote, but... the emotion?

What's important is not the face, but the emotion...

I wandered around tunz-tun-punk for a good four days before a sudden wave of nausea heralded an immediate transformation into post-gloomy-dark. This beautiful metaphor brings us all together to its moral, which is that things were better when they were worse. What a lovely story. If I die, I want Jim to write a royal edit about it.