koopa

VANITY, are you dedicating songs to me too? then you see that I'm not the one in love? but don't be misled, you dedicate them to me vainly because I'm not giving you anything. as for HAL, there will be, I believe, future dialogues, but I don't know how serene pleasant light and open they will be. maybe the exact opposite, knowing the type (the koopa, [n]intendo). but does it really matter? what counts is the quality. it's a matter of quality... or a formality? I don't remember very well... a formality...

for example, HAL, but how, do you/you ask me if phrases like "wash your hands before typing the name of bowser-dellacasa-koopa" or "internationally renowned nintendologist" were serious or not? is this (not) where you’ve gotten to? to (not) (not) taking me seriously? my front limbs are falling off... I know brush cutters that are sharper. you’ve even made me lose the desire to mess around, damn you. the “substance” is all here. finally, I thank CAZ for his "baldracca" (no Google, caz, I have the original vintage cassette of “la mia moto” here on hand, with Jova and his bike - at stake - on the inner cover) and VANAMENTE for his "wind against the stream, boring, paternalistic, envious jerk" (I hope I didn’t leave anything out). true lessons in style and intelligent sarcasm of which, I hope, I will know how to make good use. but how the hell do I write FRANTZ? I HUMBLELY admit I tend to stretch it out a bit too long and I SPORTINGLY acknowledge: you were right in this. I’ll pay your treatment for orchitis. kisses to all, pretty and ugly.

And so we arrive at these bad times today, with the enthusiastic wings clipped and the poor Koopa, bored by his interlocutors, who no longer feels like joking... you huddle together, you support each other (which isn’t a particularly chivalrous tactic, but so be it), you string together one suicide after another, you play the faux-snobbish card of “eeehhhh it shows that you’re new”... and it’s not a matter of “reaping what you’ve sown” or “licking your wounds” (what wounds? I’m here strong, healthy, vigorous and greased like a Manowar warrior: stand and fight!); the little Koopa isn’t so naive; he sowed provocations (not devoid of a grain of truth) to gather a healthy, fun online brawl... but for crying out loud, not to spit fire at the Red Cross!

EXTRA EDITION! The first (semi)serious message from Koopa in quite some time! The overflowing mailbox piqued my curiosity (even the bad Koopa has his weaknesses), pushing me, alas, to reach out to you again. What can I say? You talk to me about "open dialogue"? About "form and substance"? Convenient, but how can I say it... a bit unsatisfactory... I scribbled some substance while dialoguing at first, at least until "she who won't give it to me" called me a sterile, rude, and tasteless misunderstand-er (and up to that point, all fine), without, however, saying WHY, despite my repeated requests for clarification on the matter. If it were up to me, I'd be ready to start from there... (you can check, it’s stuff from three days ago, black on white, but I think the "non-giver" didn’t quite grasp much of my complex reply, albeit pedantic, but never sterile or gratuitous... indeed: I’m ready to pay for the translations of my messages). I was looking for dialogue/debate, don’t say no, and now you accuse me of (a)voiding dialogue/debate? Every limit has its patience! Only from there, from the "great refusal," from YOUR escape from substance did I begin the true provocative nonsense (vaguely postmodern, the more astute among you might catch echoes of Wallace or Eggers in that meta-message of mine, post-structuralist/deconstructionis t). Of course, the nonsense has its simple but codified rules: the more people get angry and fall for it, the more the nonsense soars on the wings of euphoria and becomes entertaining...

But now, my naive debaserians, for your most devoted it's time to go. It was nice, but morning has already come... the boredom (the real one, not your fake/self-defensive ranting blown to the four winds) has finally arrived. So adieu from your little koopa. And to all the other participants in this discussion, profound lip music sguerzi prrrrrrrrrrr. And they can kiss my berries.

Good Frantz, what can I say? Don't worry too much about me... I assure you that this "crossfire," as you call it, has been hardly a tough or grueling experience: first, there was vainly who, in the face of the undeniable, left hoping (and invoking) that "our people" would arrive. So our people did arrive, in the forms of such hal and caz: one, hal, started off by explaining his own jests and praising his own self-irony only to end up lauding (in a plea to an attack of snobbery, as he puts it) his "superior" interests, all while unfortunately falling into inappropriate spelling blunders. The other, this caz, instead procrastinated and then tried to shine with many capital letters proclaiming my nonexistent nonsense, only to collide with a reality that is truly hard to digest: the NONSENSE had been written by him (I’m not surprised by his apparent disappearance… is he under the stairs with vainly? Have fun, guys). Really, Frantz, it takes no "strength" to defend oneself from such a clumsy and self-destructive crossfire...

but you, hal, when it comes to making a fool of yourself, are no better... there you are pontificating, snubbing video games, proudly claiming that you've left those childish things behind for theater, music, literature... in the name of culture, hal, you don't even know how to spell... weren't you taught in elementary school that "sì," the adverb, is spelled with an accent? "sì sì le ho lavate bene" not "si si le ho lavate bene"... hal hal. isn't it a bit pathetic? not to mention vanamente, fleeing with her tail between her legs, also "bored" by the poor koopa but always ready, from the shadows, to peep out and cheer for you all... how sad... you almost make me lose the desire to joke, you know?... :-(

You see, Hal, the fact that it makes you laugh gives me hope for your swift recovery – that is – I thought they had surgically removed your sense of humor, but perhaps, in some corner of your unconscious mind, a little light shines that allows you to appreciate "spirit" in all its forms. The thing, I dare say, chilling, is how seriously you all take yourselves, and how lacking you are in true lightness, flaunting a lot of "ah ah ah" and ":-)))" that are as fake as Monopoly money... in reality, you’re all there to support each other, eager to "dismantle" me, ready to offend, and anyway looking for some "falla koopesca" (see poor caz, whose terrible figure speaks for itself, alas)...

Besides, damn it, and it hurts me, now that I think about it "cowboy" is not at all a piece from "giovani jovanotti" (the album of our momentary non-rap turning point), but from MY BIKE, a couple of years earlier... I'll leave out any superfluous comments and, suddenly filled with pity, I cordially greet you.

...things are getting painful now. stop while you still can... even those references to "the legend of zelda"... I don't think, man, that you understand who you're talking to... talking to me about zelda, an absolute international-level nintendologist... be careful or I'll unleash the triforce...