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I anticipate that this review will go into the human cases, better this way, there's more interesting people there.
They told me: don't watch Big Brother, watch Zeitgeist.
They told me: you have to be rock and roll, don't do this, don't wear that shirt, smoke, take, kick, don't watch "Vacanze di Natale," watch Fellini, don't play the sax, play a Stratocaster, use the word "Fucking" as a filler; that fucking Luca with his fucking girlfriend in that fucking bar.
They told me: don't sleep, take some Lexotan and play on the PlayStation, don't get a driver's license, have someone pick you up, don't buy CDs, only vinyls, don't read Saviano, read Bukowski, don't do too well in school, but not too poorly either, don't believe in school institutions, educate yourself, don't believe in the church, believe in yourself.
The losers watch X-Factor, MTV, and things like that, you turn off the TV and take a picture of the cloudy sky, do you know Throbbing Gristle? Or Einstürzende Neubauten? So many difficult names.
They told me many things... the voices in my head told me many things, but I reliably listened to this song and promised myself I’d think about everything else later, after all, in a minute and 50 they’ll come back to haunt me. Let's hurry.
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