Sanjuro

Galakordi, I am the fake of Vic Sorriso, and you mentioned me in the review of Jodorowsky... Anyway, I am the Fake of the Fake.

Already happy, those who always bring up sex and hookups are usually the ones who have less of it; I don't talk about it because I have it. But from here to the childishness of "you don't hook up, you don't hook up," there's a big gap. It's really sad, this thing, as if being cool means being a player and being a loser means not hooking up. By the way, Gugliemo Epifani, it's a contradiction to say that "COOL=THOSE WHO HOOK UP - LOSER=THOSE WHO DON'T HOOK UP" because your parents hooked up too, and look at the result: an abortion like you. So Gugliemo Epifani, sometimes it's really better to refrain (your parents teach).

I only get off in front of you, Guglielmo Epifani, and I also slobber all over that big, stupid face of yours. I won’t comment anymore, goodbye... wasted time in wasted time.

^_^ writes, "Nothing will remain of us, as death is the last home, and oblivion will guard every action of ours under the scent of marble" ... what nullity Epifani understands "Sanjuro, I’m telling you as a friend, there’s a cure for all this: sex. Then you’ll see that life will seem more beautiful." You’re a benign, a "life is beautiful hihihihi," as if I were melancholic: absolutely not. In my life, I’ve always noticed that those who talk about "You need to get laid" and similar things are always the ones who actually need it. If I don’t talk about it at all, it’s because I have so much of it that I take the topic for granted and don’t really think about it. It’s like you saying to me, "Sanjuro, go eat" ... wow, what a huge insult! Epifani, you have this worry of Melancholy = Not getting laid, and honestly, you seem like a melancholic type... draw your own conclusions. Ah, by the way, Epifani, go play with the zombies because there are open manholes.

It was a joke aimed at those classic people who, as soon as they don't understand a damn thing, whip out the "Enough of this Nietzschean superhumanism," the "boring bourgeois," and other similar nonsense. It was a subtle jab at these individuals, considering that I couldn't care less about Nietzsche and find him pretentious and verbose in many parts. I put two because, indeed, I don't give a damn about my average. You figured me out? Hahaha, I even used the metaphor of the frayed Persian rug in a review under the name Sanjuro and in a thousand comments; I've been talking about non-existence and never being born for months, then you come along saying "I got you," but what did you get? It was obvious it was me, and if it weren't for you trying to be the "detective," there would have been some other idiot-asshole. With such a suggestive, baroque style, it had to be you who "discovered hot water." Pathetic. Instead of uncovering identities as enigmatic as that of Gene Simmons, why not admit that you didn't understand a damn thing about the review? Sheep.

@One that catches everything. Was it really that hard to understand that "^_^" was my stuff? I think only Vic noticed apart from you; but who wants to hide it??? Do you really think if I cared about hiding it, I would use the exact same phrases scattered throughout my comments? You've discovered hot water; anyway, Sanjuro as a reviewer is dead, he'll only serve to comment and for rants. ^_^ is new blood, in any case, I'm not Vic Sorriso, as you can see I couldn't care less about saying whether it's mine or not. Before this, I didn't have any other nicknames: now I have two. Ahh about the story of fucking, you hit the nail on the head, and on this site, sometimes I don't log in for 5 or 6 days in a row; just look at the comments. Adios minchionesss.

Wow, you got one wrong, because Sanjuro is not Vic Sorriso, and I doubt Poletti is Punisher. So you really don’t understand a damn thing :)

Cryptic and brainy review, surely written by some Nietzschean fool, someone who thinks "he knows everything." Rejected.

In fact, happy, we are not the same person; there are those who continue with this tiresome thesis.

The fact remains that whether Sum 41 makes a "punk" album or the kids in the neighborhood pick up guitars emulating the Ramones: they certainly don't do POST-PUNK like the Jesus Lizard would have done in 1990. It seems to me that the year is entirely insignificant; the Residents were already doing post-punk before it even came out, note the obvious paradox. Anyway, you're just an asshole, fuck off and die.