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not bad, but I prefer the painkillers by Zorn, Mick Harris, and Laswell.

Dear experts, these people made history. Think what you want about it, but the fact remains unchanged.

I understand you well. Once, I entered a burp contest. I prepared myself in the silence of a monastery on Mount Athos, a silence broken only by the gaseous crackling erupting from my insides in increasingly harmonious and powerful modulations. I meditated in the lotus position for hours in front of the spectacle of nature, unfolding like a movie just for me, perfecting my technique and style. On the day of the contest, I was at peace, my mind a blank canvas onto which the shadow of my determination passed, and then, finally, the showdown.
I can barely remember the distorted faces, the dry heaves, the tears, the blood regurgitations of the exhausted participants, but I know I finished third, managing to complete the alphabet up to the letter "R." An exceptional result for someone like me who chose the path of solitary preparation, descending into the depths of their own intimate self. When I returned home, I looked in the mirror and cried; I was a new and different man, perhaps better. I took an Alka-Seltzer and snuggled into bed with my face still streaked with tears.

no but what does pulp fiction have to do with gummo?

great movie. then there's Sevigny who is worth the ticket by herself. Silly rabbit!

I saw them live instead. They devastate asses. By the end, I was drenched in sweat, I couldn't feel a thing, an excruciating pain in my back, my scratched glass eye, the good one all bruised, quite a few less hairs, one leg twelve centimeters longer than the other, starving like hell AND A GRANDIOSO T-SHIRT.

Oh well, I didn't know them. I liked the franti, but the kina a little less. Now I'll look them up. Good job, Iside.

The Punisher is so useless that in the end I'm forced to side with Katzinkoelinger...

Ah, here it is. I haven't heard it yet.

Then, I disagree with the stereotype that the '80s were musically bland. All the post-punk, a lot of punk, dark, new wave, HC, plenty of seminal hip hop, a few reggae gems—there was plenty of good stuff, God only knows there was...