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Faiv Domands To (Judicious) DeBaserians - Pregunta Trois (A to Z)

"Assuming that she is not Franco Battiato and/or, conversely, likes to configure herself as a contrary and unlikely Spartan (I don't think they all agreed, right?) what would she pull up from the rocky cliff of the de-Torre? In case, conversely + in here, if you are actually Franco, say a little of whatever you feel like!"

[CLARIFICATION: this page, as well as all those pertaining to the improbable Faiv Domands, is an initiative (not managed by Anicagis) EXCLUSIVE and ABSOLUTE of the mono-neuronal mind of the desurgent; the courteous Editors and the entire DeBaser team have nothing to do with it.]

I would proceed, why not, to view the [+ and/or -] interesting responses provided by the (patient and) kind De-Utenti (always from A to ZETA):

Kind Lord A.I. states: "I would also reply to you, but I simply didn't understand a damn thing :))"

Mister A.M. states: "Now, not being Franco Battiato, I will try to circumvent the obstacle by saying that I did not grasp, although I duly strained myself, the citation and I don't know what to reply. Excuse the oversight. Tonight I have a headache."

Mister A_d. says: "I would at least pull up user Francis from the abyss, obviously along with the forums, for which I would have planned: a) a convoluted system in twenty points to thin their quantity democratically; b) a simple, simple system to achieve the same result, but less democratic: I throw out whatever damn I like (after all the role of 'censor' could be entrusted 'ad honorem' for limited durations to different de-individuals for the new forums)."

Kid B. uttered: "Certainly the human cases (and for equal opportunities, the human houses). In fact, not even them, after all, they are part of the folklore present on the site."

Mr. B. decrees: "I wouldn't push anyone down from DeBaser, even though sometimes I do have the desire to."

Garç on B. asserted: "The proliferation of fakes. Okay, you are editors, not webmasters, but I think, being in some way responsible for the site, you have contacts with those up there. Yes, it is true that the site has decidedly grown in its number of visitors in recent months, but I have every reason to suspect that half of the new users are nothing but the fakes of already present users. I too have my personal fake, called Desolation, but I created it only in the event that something undesirable might happen to the dear Bisius. I practically never use it, therefore. Again: more control. I'm not saying you should transform from easy-going editors into Gestapo officers, but a bit more severity would be good for everyone and benefit the site enormously."

Sor C.H. mumbled: "I pull up all the Melancholic Music (in all forms, styles, and genres)"

The distinguished C.D.C.U. expressed: "I would pull up a nice color TV from the cliff. I can't live without TV. However, realizing that my answer is lacking, I would opt to spend 3000 and have false documents made in Battiato's name, so I can say whatever I want."

Mademoiselle C. wrote: "And yet I like it!"

Dr. D.G. certified: "I don't love Battiato nor overly steep inclines, so I'm far from dragging anything up a steep hill. And if I had to be Franco, I would say: I didn't understand the question."

The sporty D.J. communicated: "We are not Neapolitans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! magical hearts rossoblù!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!."

Compare E.C. stressed: "To Franco: "Yes, you're right, if you want to kill yourself (...) but, it's just a brief invitation, postpone it (the suicide)"."

The opposite E.T.D. erupted: ""Pull up" from the tower? Well, exactly, you're on drugs, I knew it.."

Garzon F. delivered: "In the meantime, I am trying to decipher your issue (don't worry, I will succeed before the next answer)."

Sir F. blurted: "I approve: comments made by music enthusiasts and not by critic analyzers, moderate messing around, some de-reviews that could not exist in other contexts, the air of self-hit permeating everything, the exchange, the comparison. I wouldn't load anything more on the De-Torre, if anything, I would discard something. Even if, I say it: book section!"

A second Sir F. declared: "I'm looking for a center of gravity, which will never make me change my mind about things and people."

An unbelieving Miss F. gasped: "If you translate into full Italian, I will be happy to say mine, his and if you want also Battiato's and yours."

Senor G.U.K narrated: "I would pull down the blogs. All those kids telling their damn stories online will one day make the world system collapse due to excess of bullshit. I mean, "who the hell cares about your crap"? Hasn't anyone ever wondered? In Japan, kids lock themselves in their rooms for weeks and order food online. Then they die there, locked up. Or they organize group suicides. I believe that the cause of this youth discomfort can be traced to the layout of blogs by fifteen-twenty-year-olds. Acid characters and impossible backgrounds. Page readability level: impossible. Maybe a cryptic language. But one becomes blind trying to navigate this sea of shit. I also believe that being young in itself is a cause of the same discomfort caused by being young."

Kid G. expressed: "I am really sorry for being away from dibbase for so long, I apologize to everyone, M. and my good friend M.P. first and foremost (assuming they noticed my absence...). Please convey my apologies, I'm a bit embarrassed."

The entire Syndicate, through the voice of G.E., picketed: "This is what the union thinks, disciple Wrecker"

The little note H. issued: "EHHH???"

The rider H. rode: "NICKGHOSTDRAKE, VIC SMILE, JACKFROMHELL"

The succinct H.B. gifted: "I hope the Era of the White Boar returns soon."

Doctor J_ expressed: "From the tower, I would take stock. The underestimated joys, the unvalued nonsense, the gnocchi (or dumplings) now forgotten, the pantomimes soon ridiculed."

Cyber-Gracon K. infused: "I am not Battiato even if the other day I thought of "Shock in my town" and I received your email, so Battiato is telepathic and superior."

The wizard M.M. conjures for the n-th turn: "Absolutely."

Miss M.D.V. expressed: "But speaking as one feeds, no?"

Mr. N. stated: "The discussion is long, but it can be summarized like this: okay."

????????? N.F. asserted: "I AM NOT FRANCO BATTIATO (UNFORTUNATELY). I WOULD RAISE MY BRAIN. I WOULD THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AFTER. CALMLY AND RATIONALLY."

Majesty O. pontificated: "I will be Franco. I seem to say to you: I would build (or better yet, given my proverbial laziness, have it built) a staircase and an attached escalator. Let everyone go up and down the cliff as and when they see fit.."

The eminent O.E. uttered: "Of course I'm Franco, what did you think? Gne Gne"

Herr O. cordially chattered: "I didn't understand the question"

Compay P. stated: "I am not Battiato, thus I am stuck with the de-Torre. However, the meaning of all this escapes me, I generally expect choices meant to make elements not preferred to rush from top to bottom. I would await clarification on this subject"

Younger P. #2 demonstrated: "Who would I throw down from the de-tower? Those who never talk about music and use the site to bicker with other individuals of such ilk.."

Another Monsieur P. #3 declared: "I am not Battiato, but, believing in the universal intelligence of which I and Francuzzo are part, well I am also Battiato, and I say I would throw into the abyss (not pulling them up anymore, obviously, many young debasers, but it's because I'm old, angry, slobbering, and slightly racist"

Sir P. #4 gasped: "pass it on"

The Jurassic ...C... declared: "What would you pull up from the rocky cliff of the de-Torre? - P***y. Always & Anyway.."

Missis R.J. fiddled: "Would you give me a short summary?"

Senor R.M. narrated: "I would pull up everything that has been thrown down and after pulling it up (in case it was a living being) I would make it decide whether it is better to stay up or down."

Younger S4D. expressed: "I would probably recover the actors because I like entertainment, and the appliances because I don't like washing dishes by hand..."

Mr. S. historicized: "Between Spartans and Athenians, I have always sided with the Persians. With this, I mean the whole cliff could collapse, taking Attica and Laconia with it, leaving just a piece of land where Sophocles can/could write the Antigone)"

The learned Latinist S_B. spoke: "Nullitur effortium: mandatorea cortesiam necesse est! However, we will ask that your brainstorming can be fruitful due to excessive heat in August or Syd Barrett syndrome would begin: Shinitur omnibus you could crazorum diamonds"

Kid S. stated: "I want the chat back. Even if it doesn't concern anything, I want the chat back."

The shaggy S.M. threatened: "From the tower, I would gladly throw myself, but I don't have the courage."

Brutal Chico T. said: "Assuming I am Franco Battiato, I tell you what I want; if today is Sunday, tomorrow will be Tuesday.."

Junge U. said: "I would pull up the chat that's been dormant for too long on the tower..."

Madame V.M. concluded: "Be clearer, direct and explicit..."

Grandmother Z.B. paternalized: "The question is difficult because it poses the necessity to translate my psyche into that of another and could result in my split personality. For my mental health, I choose to abstain from performing the aforementioned activity. Here is the medical certificate. In Faith, Luca .G"

DeeJay Z. extrapolated: "My cells will change, my body will have new life... The molecules are spoiled, blame of the heredity..!"

Cavernicol_ Z. murmured: "What would I pull UP from the tower? the research in the field of atomic energy, forbidden by a disastrous referendum, on the emotional wave of the Ukrainian disaster. Alternatively, the countryside."