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In the Zelig zone go the wannabes, the 14-year-old kids, and the losers who would be kicked out of other clubs; you’ll never see me there, I don’t mix with that crap.

Puntinicaz, poor shit from Sassari, it burns you, huh? You feel the inferiority complex, don’t you? No one believes what you write; if you come to Cagliari with that face of yours, at most they’ll give you a few coins to grab a coffee... I can't even get mad because you’re so pathetic that anyone who has been in my city (the capital) can understand immediately... anyway, the one to my right is from Sassari, who managed to save himself in time from living in one of the ugliest cities in the world.

If you want to fuck with me, at least have the decency not to drag the other two into it, who haven’t done a damn thing to you. I'm asking you nicely.

Nick, you know I respect you and you also know that you're one of the few people I genuinely enjoy talking to... I thought you understood the sense in which my comments should be read... you shouldn't focus on a few lines I wrote in response to the ton of crap that was thrown at me on this page... I responded to provocation with provocation. Anyway, I'm not a rich kid, and click on my photo because I'm a good-looking guy, definitely better than the butt of I LOVE MUSIC.

Tegucigalpa, if I lower myself to talk to you and respond to you, it's like asking Maradona to play in a third-tier team.

Two years of receiving insults? Ahahaha, that's a good one. Most of my reviews have a very high average rating, read it you illiterates... anyone who can write on this site hasn’t hesitated to praise my writing style; there are pages and pages that prove it: just look at the thickness of those who insult me, almost zero. It’s not my fault that I come from an educated family, it's not my fault that I attended a classical high school, it’s not my fault that I am a virtuous person and you are not. You slobber and crawl muted. And while we're at it, why not also polish my Prada shoes, so you might score yourself a sandwich!

But what the hell do I care about receiving insults? I'm the first one having fun in here, I absolutely love seeing how much breath you waste, and meanwhile you’re always there yearning for my response........what losers you are. Anyway, I already have a set of photos ready to show you, in fact, I can’t wait... to that miserable one who wrote that I look like I’m in my 30s, what the hell are you talking about if everyone tells me I look younger than my age? idiots, I am a bon vivant, my charm and my sense of style are something you stinky people can’t even reach, even if you all group together and take it up the ass (with the creep as the station master) you are shit, and it entertains me to tell you so!

Returning to seriousness, take for example this review of Tegucigalpa or however it's spelled, and take mine: I, quite skilled, differentiate myself from the clichés and dictates of musical press with never banal viewpoints, reflections, interpretations, and suggestive analyses... someone like him, on the other hand, between a belch and a fart, generalizes and rants without even knowing precisely what he’s talking about, demystifying and shooting blindly... it’s obvious that this review is directed at me, for instance. The difference between me and him is that it takes no effort to write badly about Blur and Britpop because many others have done it before, for years; conversely, it takes courage to write “against” a hyper-protected group like the Doors and I, in my small way, have tried to do it, to throw a stone. I have courage, and I’m proving it by standing up for myself one against all: I’m courageous, I’m valiant, I’m a hero. Debaserians, you have a hero.

Charlie aka il Noia, who is the same person that uses the nicknames Tessio, Alias, Maurizio Testi, and who sent me an MP full of insults and threats yesterday, truly shows the real depth of his psyche... thus, it's pointless to say that my "over-the-top" attitude is INTENDED, just for the pleasure of driving this poor wretch and a few other idiots like Trucido crazy (which has indeed happened).

However, I know how to put myself on the line and I accept to play here on debaser, because thanks to (few but good) interlocutors, I enjoy writing for this site: I even find myself communicating with Charlie, who, ridiculed and banned on ondarock (thanks to me because it was my report to the moderators that got him banned), is a frustrated nerd who vents his bestiality here... no kidding, they should give me the Nobel Peace Prize for having come down to dialogue with him.