Sanjuro

Alias and Lux, a great site, by a true artist: www.andrearoncato.splinder.com ... Gigi and Andrea rules!!

I'll tell it to the social canner, I'll tell it. Dear Lux, right now I am in the purest euphoria, my senses feel amplified and every second is incredibly spiced. Paradoxically, I am truly living while the sanitized outside world is engaged in social practices, controlled, innocent, and anti-orgasmic. Marginalization is a rich source of artistic and positive energy that you underestimate; hidden within individualism and mental nonsense (to common sense) is a tremendous expressive force just waiting to be unleashed. But come on, still respecting the State and the value of Society? That is, those big juicers that, through work, deprive you of your true personality, stuffing you with industry, political correctness, and the obvious. The state is like a cotton candy drone, born specifically to castrate every intimate, instinctual, primal activity. There is a mental globalization (even among those idiots of the no-global eh!) nauseating, same shitty interests, same shitty music, same shitty venues, same shitty social ambitions, same way of talking shit. The only flaw in all this is the disorientation and tragedy that clash against the sensible, the craftsmanship, and the obvious until they crumble. To learn and then unlearn, to "disapprendere," that's what genius does; something that people like Raffomaster will never understand, school is just a univocal way to evaluate art, on a scale, but the true work of art is extraordinary. It's something so immeasurable that it lies outside the scale. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat chicken with potatoes. Kirk 89 rulesss ye ye ye ye ye, both he and Raffomaster are failures.

My girlfriend left me, and all I can think about is suicide. Life is now decomposed, fractured, frayed like a fake Persian rug. Love is like a Persian rug, it colors the environment, enriches it; until it fades and falls ill. It's pointless to look for the causes when cows give birth to oil and there are role-playing games with newborn eyes. Leonard Cohen colors the sky of Hiroshima + Nagasaki, your missed texts irrigate my fields of sand and salt. We are the most complete missed garden I can think of. Can you think of the jagged neorealistic mouths of Pasolini? That’s us in our emotional F1 curves. I want to die, Vic, seriously :(

My girlfriend left me, I’m only having thoughts of suicide. Life now is decomposed, fractured, frayed like a fake Persian rug. Love is like a Persian rug, it colors the environment, enriches it; until the moment it fades and becomes sick. Useless to look for causes when cows give birth to oil and there are role-playing games with baby eyes. Leonard Cohen colors the sky of Hiroshima + Nagasaki, your missed texts irrigate my fields of sand and salt. We are the most complete missed garden I can think of. Can you think of Pasolini’s jagged neorealist mouths? That’s how we are in our emotional Formula 1 curves. I want to die Vic, seriously :(

About women, I was wrong before, it wasn't: fuck fuck fuck fuck ... and blows. It was, blows blows blows blows ... and fuck. No, because then you're labeled as a misogynist, I would never want that.

About women, I was wrong before, it wasn't: fuck fuck fuck fuck ... and blows. It was, blows blows blows blows ... and fuck. No, because then you're labeled as a misogynist, I would never want that.

About women, I was wrong before, it wasn't: fuck fuck fuck fuck ... and blows. It was, blows blows blows blows ... and fuck. No, because then you're labeled as a misogynist, I would never want that.

@LUX: Kill em' all is incredibly bad just like the subsequent albums. You split the work from the artist like schoolchildren; for you, a mediocre person (like Hetfield) can produce something great. In short, there’s this dichotomy: personal mediocrity, artistic greatness. Impossible. One is the work of art; it is not generated by focusing or by will, and then being mediocre in life; inspiration does not exist. INSPIRATION DOES NOT EXIST. @Porkuoipas: ghdjern nwr3tn irietjirtjr jjewww ffkkgkfhke oweooogfd whrbdsf bkektgwnmnmnmnmnd wtrhnewytjw qoowoeoeo grjsh jeotj 'ww''w bmb'ew'ekgt' 'wjqet jdgsf ewìeeìeìeeìe...your mother.

@LUX: Kill em' all is incredibly bad just like the subsequent albums. You split the work from the artist like schoolchildren; for you, a mediocre person (like Hetfield) can produce something great. In short, there’s this dichotomy: personal mediocrity, artistic greatness. Impossible. One is the work of art; it is not generated by focusing or by will, and then being mediocre in life; inspiration does not exist. INSPIRATION DOES NOT EXIST. @Porkuoipas: ghdjern nwr3tn irietjirtjr jjewww ffkkgkfhke oweooogfd whrbdsf bkektgwnmnmnmnmnd wtrhnewytjw qoowoeoeo grjsh jeotj 'ww''w bmb'ew'ekgt' 'wjqet jdgsf ewìeeìeìeeìe...your mother.

Lux, how much you don't understand a damn thing. So for you, Italian 70s pulp or American blaxploitation had nothing good to say because the language was socially recognized as "vulgar"? Society tells you, "This is the correct language to use for reviews" or "This is vulgar, it’s not argumentative." Vic, being the great man he is, goes beyond this politically correct journalist nonsense. P.S.: there are five things to give a woman: dick, dick, dick, dick... and punches. Think about that.