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Well now that I have partially recovered from the Games may have the psychological strength to write about these three days.

us XD So here we are and the more or less detailed account of these groups XD.

from the evening of the 30th day of October 31 and XD.

Yuffie The Nanny came to my house and spending the night together in a white finish cos play and pull the 4 and a half hour of our departure to Milan Central Station.

At 6 o'clock we were finally on the train now departing to other cosplayers singing the songs of various cartoons, crap shoot and Stuffed animals do to ward off the rain as it poured XD, anyway the puppets seem to have worked * _ * I have to do it more often ahahaha!

Once in Viareggio (= _ = with the beauty of a 10-minute delay), where we had to change train, trolley tata Yuffie decided to break down leaving the handle in his hand ... which slowed us down and train to Lucca to shut the doors on us and a dozen other cosplayers, to our great delight we waited until 11 o'clock bus to Lucca, a wonderful time when Yuffie tried to buy two umbrellas both broken if ... this is not bad luck ...

In any case, after half an hour by bus we finally arrived in Lucca, and after going to get tickets and wristbands for entry beyond what looked like the swamps of sadness of never-ending story, but in truth they were nothing but a field much too wet, Ilune (holy woman) took us to put down their bags, and after a small change of clothes, just enough time to get in cosplay and we began our tour for the show.

The day was great because we met Michiru and Chu * W * girls do not even know how much I adore you XD / sling it on the two cuddle and / or you do not know what was good turn with you the fair is the first day that the following * _ *.

In any event, the seven we find in the station waiting for the two girls with whom we shared the room, then go to Porcari at our hotel and, damn, that was beautiful * O * was basically a small apartment just the beautiful I post the photos so you'll understand .. and damn sofa that had inspired many photos yaoi * ç *.

November 1

On Saturday we woke early enough .. seven and a half if I remember correctly (with a great miracle * _ * yes, it was sunny!) ... Anyway down ... them recover some of the lost hours of sleep the night before, oh this is for me the nanny Yuffie had three days of sleep deprived sleep XD I do not think that's a lot to be served.

In any event, after various vicissitudes between breakfast and lost because we missed the bus stop at the dawn of the 11 and a half we finally arrive in Lucca.

I'll never stop thanking Michi, Chu and Mel this morning have got tickets for us. It would be shocking first in line for the train ticket and then the visa for entry to the row that was there.

However after spending two hours at least to curse against girls who were to take part in cosplay and then did not attend, those who had not submitted in time to rehearse, and appointments with various people that I meet (ie the group of six, the group of DoL and I believe we were present just me and my sweet sister Riku90 Yume * _ * / nanny does not know how you were doing Kotoko kawaii! / to which we have placed a power strip, we were fortunate that we are behind the attack U_U)

We are able to do another messy around the fair ... first with Michi, Chu and Mel, and then I with our Fuuma XD or the boyfriend of my dear Ilune (our Hinoto).

We are therefore unable to do our damn scene only at 6 and a half, and to my great joy we barrel full because of me ... T ^ T fustigherò guys for this / is in the torture of his house and tries to commit suicide with the Sacred Sword /.

In any event, the evening continued in the first pizzeria, then staying at the hostel where Ilune XD and other ambushes in the common room on the first floor (oh my God say it is so common room Harry Potter) by shooting at random and stupid things in the end keep company with Michi Chu and that had to wait for their friends who ended the RPG XD.

Return, then, to our temporary headquarters, we did it in raiding ring taxi another lady who had to stop halfway between Lucca and porcari or we would have been for 23 € by taxi ...

November 2

Wake up at six and a half .. but who the hell did I do? Good question .. but for cosplay pictures in this and other things, that, come on, make a skirt Kamui was fun (when it will post the photo you'll understand XD).

In any event, the day was less stressful than expected XD.

The Nanny Yuffie did not have to do cosplay because the beach had made the ill Akama why, for the third consecutive day, we had to do and what Kamui and Subaru are ... then started the sclera or our turn with a sign saying "save Kamui: kill" for photos of people who pierced me with various weapons or directly with the sacred sword and the only problem is that I laughed and laughed Kamui who dies there is nothing to XD, but in the end that matters XD: XD I was having fun.

In any case we spent quietly girona, fortunately there was less chaos and turn the day before was not hard XD.

Among the people I have killed a 4 stand out from TRC and Sakura 2 una da CCS XD fantastico XD, una principessa Emerode che mi ha uccisa a cazzotti e un Lulu che mi ha uccisa mettendosi in una fantastica posa plastica XD ho adorato quel Lulu con tutta me stessa XD.

In ogni caso è stato divertentissimo *_*.

Come ad ogni fiera, però ci sono state delle crisi… ed ecco che arriviamo alla mia.

Dopo le 7 ci siamo dirette in stazione per prendere il treno XD, anche se il treno era alle 9 e 40 XD per cui avremmo avuto tutto il tempo di questo mondo per arrivarci anche un po’ più tardi, li in stazione sono tornata ad essere donna togliendo lo stingi seno che mi ha fatta penare per tre giorni e siamo andate a mangiare al bar ... I pity them at the bar we have forgotten the sacred sword: tragedy.

Me are realized only three quarters of an hour after the end of the bar.

I was terribly lucky because the lady who runs it was tired and he dozed off in the office, in any case when we saw her we asked her to give me the sword. What a blessed woman!

And what luck that I had passed off!

In any event, the 22:28 train to Pisa were dead tired of waiting for the 2:20 train to return to Turin.

Fortunately we were not alone XD we took compagnia un altro gruppo di cosplayer che aspettava il treno per Napoli delle 2 e qualcosa; è stato divertente chiacchierare con loro e notare insieme che qualcosa non andava nei treni… ehhhh si perché grazie a Yuffie che è andata a romperle a tutti i controllori e addetti vari che c’erano alla stazione abbiamo scoperto che alla stazione di Pisa, per quella notte, i treni non si sarebbero fermati… allegra come cosa eh? Soprattutto perché ‘sti figli di…. Un frullatore non si sono nemmeno degnati d’avvisarci e nemmeno era segnato da qualche parte…

Le solite, vecchie, bellissime ferrovie state ...

Anyway, thanks to an improvised shuttle us cosplayers, who then arrived with the bus and the other people waiting with us in the waiting room, we are, after three trips of the shuttle, managed to get the next station to catch the train ...

The return trip was still bustling with ... that I could not sleep and woke up turning them all, people who were convinced that our seats were their Yuffie and that at night you woke up with the idea of losing tickets.

We arrived in Turin with an hour late or so after parties be delayed more than an hour and a half XD.

Then I made by myself back up to Oleggio Novara and from there I just fell asleep and woke with a start at every stop I think I lost my XD.

In total, despite the fatigue because it was a nice fieraXD

Although I was not able to say goodbye in a dignified way for all those that I meet here in the corner of apology and deisaluti ^ _ ^.

1) Greetings to all members of the SEI that were in Lucca and with whom I was yes and no 10minuti before having to run away T ^ T (Sleet next time to really destroy the sacred sword!)

2) ; We welcome all members of the DoL especially poor Riku that he tried to run by searching without finding anyone.

3) A-nee Yume who was dressed as a love Kotoko PERATING ocn despite the power strip (remember: "The attack can do everything" XD) and which are not failed to give its design T ^ T.

4) A Podda XD I saw you and not for 10 seconds: the time to say "hello".

5) A dev XD he saw 10 seconds on the first day

6) A Sora Riku Classes and Leo poor things that I have a Christian in 3000 languages ... gomen ragazzeç_ç it the next time I organize myself better I swear time.

7) A wren that, even if you do not read my blog, and certainly never will because I think he hates me to apologize to you all HCE threats and tears I give to every fair that I see XD.

Well guys prossiam the fair, or to the next post! XD

Songs At Basketball Games

Why are not Christian

As a child I grew up according to the canons of Christian education. I attended a kindergarten and elementary school run by nuns with everything that goes with it. I was baptized, I received communion, and are was confirmed on schedule. Recite Christmas, Mother's Day poems and to learn. Looking back, I can not say that it was not a happy time. But already in those years was something that I came back about religion and what turns them around. Then there was this history of terror. I'm pretty sure nobody has instilled directly into the terror of hell and stuff, but I think he was born listening to the psalms, sermons and everything in an age when you are very impressionable. Just for the record and say that in the end I was really happy, I think I jumped about ten yes and no harvest at the age when I was in elementary school, at least during the school year. For years I served Mass and I was happy to do so. Of course, I wondered why after having entered the summer holidays we do not go to church again and that the sisters did not question the absence of summer. But oh well: it was just a thought that certainly did not upset me. I like to go though, come to think now, what I liked was not the aura of holiness within the church, but only by being with other children in a day of celebration. A little 'unconsciously, as only children can do in those years I began to make fun of the Divine in spite of hell. Serving Mass ok, read in church as well, but there was one thing that I just could not swallow: the rosary. There was this story that every first Friday of the month must go to church and pray the rosary. We had even a kind of diary, in which signs of the presence on this fateful first Friday of the month. Well, I baravo dramatically. It happened that some rosary beads I casually slipped through the hands, so Ave Maria became five or six instead of ten. Sometimes maybe three. Sometimes they skip the lines. A pain. The Lord's Prayer, for better or worse, was repeated fewer times and it was virtually never punished me by pretending carelessness. And yes, I had a little 'fear of what there would think of my conduct. Yet I kept for years this way I do with a little 'of arrogance. The beginning of schools marked my departure from the church, with all due respect (not so) of the family and especially my grandmother, a fervent believer. It was not an immediate posting for a while I continued to go to church, then I started to jump up to stop the meeting from time to time. For years I kept going to church at Easter and Christmas, making even the first communion without confessing my sins unspeakable. I continued to challenge the patience of God. If I think I was going to put those two days in the years lying to myself about whether to believe or not. Difficult to be aware of being a non-believer when you is rooted in the truth of the existence of a higher being. You grew up with this idea and it is as if part of your certainties, perhaps the largest, collapsed suddenly. "Oh, I never go there ... But at Easter and Christmas" seemed had not much sense, so I stopped taking my responsibility to my non-belief. Not fooling me or anyone else. The latter snub led my grandmother to keep the muzzle on Easter Sunday, my first day of absence from the first of two annual Mass I attended. My grandmother was one of those who went to Mass twice a week. That once a month along with other old ladies of the country was going to clean, free from the church. All this has always caused me immeasurable grief, God rest his soul. My Mom is not exactly the pasta but, being the only daughter of three children, many of its ways of doing things are close to those of my grandmother. So when years later, shortly after Christmas, known to be the most beautiful time of year, during a discussion I was pointed to as a beast for leaving the church in every way, I realized that I had made the right choice. With certain things that I did not want to have anything to do. When my brother made the confirmation, I refused to be his godfather. I do not think I would be the right person. Even there, there was to be discussed. However, this beast not offended me, but I did take full awareness about certain things. Every so often, to discuss when it happens, that I like the word reproach, not so much like her mother but to her as being a Christian. University education, especially physics, has done the rest. All 'is the initial tirade, only to say that I started reading Why not a Christian by Bertrand Russell . The book was there waiting for a while 'time and I had always preferred to another, but then the latest statements of Ratzinger led me to pick it up. Why are not Christian is still a misleading title. The book is a collection of articles by Russell, one of which gives the title to the book, about the dangers and futility of religion. Some of those items prevented him from teaching in some universities. The sobering thing is this: are all articles written between 1924 and fifties, and most of the examples that leads Russell to support its argument, arguments are now quietly accepted by almost all believers (you probably would also to my grandma, if she were alive). In less than a century, views opposed by the Church, have become indisputable truth from anyone. If you look past the older one can say the same thing on the theories of Galileo, for example. The free thinker, sooner or later, if the Right has always crushed superstitions, traditions that have no reason to exist except to restrict human freedom in thinking and acting. To speak of crusades and inquisition, then, is like shooting on the Red Cross. And I have to hear an eighty thousand and eight, who presumably has never experienced the joys of sex, should be charged for preaching as not to upset (?) The meaning that the Creator wanted to. No use of contraception other than the natural one. Click to see Ogino and Knaus will make them saints. With what conscience preach certain practices in a world where millions of children die before their fifth birthday?
The problems of China, India, Africa are bad negligible compared to the use of a condom.
A person is convicted of abstinence.
Word of God
-Thanks be to God

"Do not commit acts that are not pure, that is not disperse the seed.
impregnate a woman every time that you love so you'll be a man of faith.
then the desire fades and the child remains and many kills hunger.
perhaps I I confused the pleasure and love, but I did not create pain. "
(Fabrizio De Andrè - The Will of Titus)

"We do not want to fuck if you do not need to procreate ..."
(San Culamo - Wojtyla (back to Poland))

Pinnies Lacrosse Custom

How Many Sins In The Bible Are Punished By Death?

Twenty Thirty cents on the latest films seen

Estate. Holidays. A lot of time to do a lot of things. A lot of time to see everything, for one reason or another, it could not see in the 'last period. A dozen post, each on a movie, it seemed to me too. Condenses, summarizes, gives a few lines. Or at least I try. Is there any spoilers here and there, so watch the film in question is not whether you have seen.
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull expected it since it was announced. Do not wait spasmodic, but in my childhood, I have seen the previous five or six times. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade even a movie, one of the first film to be seen only with friends (cinema of the priests, Okay). And when I see the casket with the trilogy, one thought to take it one day, I always do. Still waiting. And disillusioned. Perhaps the magic is gone or maybe the previous were very different film. A couple of hours that I would rather use otherwise. This story of her son, then, foreshadows the beginning of a new saga. It is not that excite me very much. The Happening
, here in Italy translated as "The Happening" is a new creature M. Night Shyamalan. After The Village was Lady in the Water and was a big disappointment for me. Unfortunately, The Happening seems to confirm a Stasta creative worrying, to some extent. The event triggered the mass suicide is absolutely meaningless and even explained at the end of the film. People who escaped without a reason. The pregnant star would appear at the end of the film symbolize the return to life, but seems more like a feel-good place to another. Very bad.
I've seen a lot of movies with Nicholas Cage, some very good in their genre, such as The Rock , others actually like to forget Face / Off . This Next is fortunately a good movie. The ability to see the protagonist in the near future to a life of real choreography rather than their real pursuits. Finale is not too trivial, he very good, beautiful Jessica Biel. An hour and a half that spins as smooth as oil. Recommended.
Fist of the North - The Legend of Hokuto has tickled the child, the teenager in me. I grew up with Ken (The man and tiger and other souls rather violent, non-Disney, non-gooders, not rates. And I have not killed anyone.) And for me to see the story, or rather part of it, summed up in a 'generous hour and a half, it was like to dive into the past. The fact that everything is as you expect, only increases the desire to see the sequel. Hokuto No Ken has always been hard work to follow with deeds that are intertwined with fate already sealed. This film recalls the first part of the exploits of Ken until the defeat of Sauzer (or Souther). Shu, included in the price, of course. The story highlights some behaviors of Raoul in the anime that had never been investigated, with the introduction of characters ever seen, as queen, guard the king, and his brother, trusty right arm. Essential for those who deeply loved Ken.
P2 - level of terror is a thriller from the good ones to fill the sultry summer evenings. Probably this is set at Christmas. However, take a lot 'of cliches: Christmas Eve, beautiful girl, doe-eyed, physically scream, remains isolated within the company where he works, unable to reach home. One company, a night watchman. Obviously maniac. He kidnaps her, the look just right for Christmas dinner ... The rest can be imagined if you think the location is an underground car park. Isolated. Desolate. What do you want, is Christmas Eve. However, it is a good pastime. I admit to having seen it driven by the presence of Rachel Nichols, known at the time of Alias and The Inside first, then. It was beautiful, beautiful it is. The film is not really, but you watch.
The Dark Knight is what you expect. A (half) masterpiece. Nolan has taken up the legacy of the Burton film (those of Schumacher though enjoyable, have less expressive power), offering two films are essential for those who love the saga of the bat. The Joker Heath Ledger will probably take a posthumous Oscar. Perhaps the death but has played a key role. It is a pity, however, because the interpretation to remain optimistic. I look very confident the next installment.
Love lies and football is a brilliant Italian comedy with a big sweep Bisio. It 's the story of seven men who each week are dedicated to soccer games undressing not only of working clothes, but by a series of personal problems (lover, unsatisfactory marriage, friendships betrayed, lonely life). It 's a comedy that winks the eye never easy to tear, remains enjoyable throughout its duration. Leaves little, perhaps, unlike other Italian comedies. But it is a good movie, and should be seen for this.
Iron Man is, along with The Dark Knight the best superhero movies I've seen in a long time now. Lighter than the Dark Knight, Iron Man is Robert Downey Jr. embodied by an actor who personally love the days of the unforgettable Larry in Ally McBeal. E 'bravo Robert, always bright, deliberately comic (actually fun) more than once (especially in the scenes of the design of armor), even when they surrender to the popularity of confessing to the world that Iron Man Accompanied by a Gwyneth Paltrow, first as an assistant to do everything (no puns, please) and then as something more. Secondary role, however, his. Not much to say, has to be seen for what it was designed, ie that of a simple entertainer. And what can the large.

Diverticulosis In Gay Men

[I've read a bit ', to tell the truth, but I found time to talk about it just now.]
Do not Throw Down is a book that, sooner or later, will give a second chance. Probably in those days. Of course I read it in a period not very happy, but I did not find that book in the verve, that mood a bit 'irreverent and cynical that had characterized the previous stories of Hornby and that I had made love to the madness. It 'like a book but to all those who read it, unlike How to become good instead I find beautiful. I'll be curious myself. That said, having read the previous, highly enjoyable, One Life to player I threw myself on the new novel. Although it has found it quite pleasant, I was not convinced at all. Most likely this is due to the fact that all missing the point of view adult. The protagonist and narrator is a sixteen year old and this is even more evident in the writing of Hornby, even more simplified and dry. The story itself is nothing special: a sixteen year old, Sam, skateboard enthusiast, puts pregnant by mistake, one her friend, Alicia. But while the latter shows a certain maturity in dealing with the matter, Sam falls in total panic, feeling the victim of a sort of curse family, since even his mother became pregnant at her age. Thus begins a troubled period in which Sam must become aware of the new situation, to clarify his feelings for Alicia, trying to prepare to play the father in the best way possible for a sixteen year old is able to do. Clear that it will not be easy. Sam will make clear that the choices along the way, discutibilissime and make you want to slap. In this, Hornby, hits the mark. The one where it fails is it that this is actually more a book for teenagers, or so, though without pretensions pedagogy / education, and an adult will find us very little attractive. Sam, however, a feature that I personally did a little 'tenderness. Sam has a hero: Tony Hawk. For many of my age, Tony Hawk is like a former model. Many, including myself, have lived through the '80s and skateboarding at the time, good or evil was practiced by a lot of guys. Tony was an idol, who was one of those things with the board that you crave. He spent his time watching movies as California Skate or Thrashin'-race massacre, then trying to imitate the tricks of the protagonists. Good memories, eh. However, I said: Tony Sam considers a hero, and has a poster in your room. Everything is normal up to here, if not the fact that Sam, with posters and talks. And the poster, or Tony, Do you replied. How do you respond? Well, the answers are more similar to those of an oracle rather than those of an adult should be interpreted. And Sam does everything to interpret, sometimes as he is more comfortable, and sometimes gets angry simply because the poster does not understand what that means. These responses, of course, that Sam built himself in the mind, are actually sentences taken weighing Hawk: Occupation Skateboarder a book that the same Tony wrote and that Sam has read several times, becoming a major source of lessons life. The absurd, when Tony Hawk "answers" to questions is, of course, the rule and it's fun to see how Sam interprets the answers and act accordingly. Even more fun when you can not find a way to answer. This is the main factor that makes it enjoyable for a girl anyway. Apart from this, however, I doubt I'll find myself in the future to read it again. And it is a good deal 'that I can not find a book that I know will take up in their hands in the future.

I Love His Seven Inch Dick

All Hell for a girl should not be so bad

If you gave a look at my recent plays , you will see that there are a couple of artists I'm listening loop for a few days. One of these is Caparezza . As probably many of you have come in contact with this strange man in the days of torment that is odious Sober. Generally I tend to also deepen the little things that I like, musically speaking, to have more knowledge of the facts then talk about it in the wrong. The problem is that, in a bombardment of television and another, a bit 'by osmosis, the hidden meaning of that song was finally reached my neurons. Without going into too much value, especially opera, and the Truth of Habemus Capa assumed that I wanted more than anything else to focus on the last work, the size of my chaos. Although ownership of the language, the ability to create figures of speech function has remained intact, is to signal a turn more towards the social to the political. Tracks like Come dance in Puglia a complaint are open state in the country that unfortunately prevails in some regions of the peninsula, where the ball is synonymous with death. abjuration me is a journey in video games today like yesterday, but it is only a pretext to express their thoughts on who is hiding by refusing to deal with issues that affect us closely. But the highest point, in my opinion, is reached in the strong contrast between the two proposed pieces one after the other: I will become someone and Hero (Story of Louis the Bicocca). The first criticism of those who does everything to become someone . chorus punctuated by a child with style Zecchino d'Oro closing sobering: "If you want to talk a bit 'with me I owe to my MySpace Addar. The second is a hymn to who, apparently, someone not. Who makes your ass all day to carry on the family, but maybe not a hero?

"Salary halved or I fired
at whatever age I am already out of business
I was a former SS novantatreenne working in the studio of my lawyer
instead I come home at night destroyed
mouth as mixed in a concrete mixer
I'm broke / go / white and my account is in Red
so I can remain faithful to my flag?
go to see how many temporary workers are in jail for the past mal'affari
t'affami when you make your enemies various
if your name is not forgotten the Savoy house
you end up in the hands of loan sharks food
of what you find if you insist on poking baskets
Spider-Man will do it Rocky Rambo would make it allied
what I do for my children "

The album, then, is more" played "than the previous. Of course, sampling here and there they are, but a step forward was made in this sense, by moving, sometimes more on shores more rock than rap itself. In recanting of me says, inter alia: "The rap scene is controversial, I escape by jumping from Prince of Persia." The other
listen more fixed these days are Coito Ergo Sum of Prophilax . I follow them now since I was little more than an adolescent and their rock with vulgar lyrics, but let's face it, incredibly funny, without being overly politically correct people, I had company in the summers when he turned in the car with friends. Yet, between tits, ass, almost mythological characters like Alice, Dora or Marino Sumo fancy tools like the tractor anal sex, they always quote the Prophilax stabs here and there and those who govern us and to the church at Rome's transport company. They've always done always in a very vulgar, but intelligent. Always with songs that good, both in terms of melodic and technical. Then, perhaps, old age and Prophilax, began to tighten things up. Correct way to say a little 'less tits, ass, texts in which it enhances the porn and more social commentary. He was already something that was felt in the previous Fifth excrement, but with this Coito Ergo Sum the Prophilax hit the mark more than ever. The anti-clerical themes, rather than antidivine were always present in their discography. In the light of events does not own edifying of recent years, Fabio Pinci (friends: Ceppaflex), supported by fellow always Ludovico Piccinini (friends: Sbohr) does not miss the opportunity of going down with heavy criticism not exactly edifying. Clergy ttura de cojoni is just one example. These range from dealing with issues concerning recent and sadly

"de facto couples, gays and abortion just does not go down, bugger
their children to hell but there you go ..."

to questions as old as the church itself

"Le mejo their houses are there and have a bang, but do not have to pay the ICI
why the fuck do not know
covered with gold brilliant and they go around me but I remember
'ste merde have taken a vow of poverty
are corrupt to the bone and you teach morality
Vonn er paradise sells them at a price ... ".

course a general strike the government could not miss. If we consider that the song was released before the election and who then won, certainly things could have been worse

"Quest'ingerenza shit is tolerated by the government,
to have their votes not to pay homage to the Almighty
The Pope always the news even if it gets a dick to say, but
who thinks with his head not shit from that day
We must always remember that they did the Crusades,
Roseanne with the Nazis, Opus Dei and other crap
posing as a spokesman for the God who does not know whether or not there
and in his name are all de ... ".

The chorus, in addition to repeating the title of the song alternates phrases like "I will not listen" , "I sbattezzerò" , but also a "eight per thousand is not I'll do!" and " this is a secular state ", which some, too, tend to forget. Frate 'n Kiappetto things worse. Introduced by one of the skits that Prophilax inserted between songs and the other, always superbly acted, and when a girl you confess and are forgiven unspeakable things, except the fact that you forgot to pay the famous eight per thousand, the song tells of the sexual habits of Codest monk. Goliardic of the song itself does not offer food for thought except the ending, where after it was discovered that the monk is said

"I will defend the Curia block,
the Vatican, we can bet, and then everything insabbierà
Brother n 'Kiappetto back. "

This time even the radio come out clean. Get in with the radio beeps is the story of a song that can not be aired without being censored. A veiled criticism of the policy of radio transmission:

"We know that turning on the radio so much trash,
pushed by the labels, you will head.
What you find yourself humming those crap
after having heard a thousand times I guess."

as a single, the song has a refrain with controfiocchi. E 'in rotation on RadioRock. And if the radio do not come off well, maybe they could get away with the record companies? Me exhaust all is a hymn to piracy in which they criticized the prices of today's music, but not only: it also speaks of the anger that is the album after discovering that we paid dear, very dear, it is actually a poor product ...

"It's politics prices do not fail to conceive
these labels do not vojono
understood now that there is emmepitre je
make an ass like that and then let them disappeared and downloading such Daje
colleghiamoci heart and head with the mule download
so we will break je er n'artro some ass together '

[...] You know that the ADSL is not a disease
if I connect in a short time I have all the disks in my house and shit
deadly than compralle ... Mamma mia! Then I was shooting in
cojoni ... Long live piracy!
I've got the hard disk that is chock full of movies in divx
that if they see very well ... What the fuck you say je? If you ar er
cinema bijetto me you do pay
so I will stay at my house and I
Spizzo all there. [...] I

playstation games, Nintendo and X-Box der
Costen of a sudden, ugly bastards
you'll miss mezz'euro
The law can not do anything against my freedom not to get
inchiappettare
by sti motherfuckers "

Surely one of the highlights of this disc. Prophilax I have also for firefighters, to be honest, not to mention the laws on brothels. House closed talked about the situation of prostitution in Italy:

"Hungarians are everywhere now and Nigerian
je let the mijoni but do not pay taxes ever.
Minister stop snorting cocaine and promulgate a law for us
the hoes should be closed to keep warm as in Europe you know? There
six or do we?
The Vatican is not going well and the government says OK!
the pimps so happy, make money and do not ever get caught [...]

Minister stop licking your ass to the priests so good thing you do
the law of that great whore of Merlin if you are smart you will erase
the VAT collected ... "

Musically beautiful, texts that, for me, have very little questionable. Form included. Coito Ergo Sum is definitely one of my favorite records this year.
And it's a bit ' I think of this thing. I do not know if there is someone up there. I do not know. Certainly with these plays is not me I'm doing a friend. But if there is something on the other side, then probably my fate will be closer to the parts of Satan in Paradise, unless any continued listening to music that extols the blasphemy be depreciated as guilt. Eventually, however, all things considered, I find myself with a lot of metal music (known to Satan), with Prophilax with De Andrè, with people like Baricco or Pennac that certainly is not very faithful people and that does not conceal not be . Maybe not so bad.

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"No that is ... I love to see you happy ..."

[The post that follows is a bit 'a delusion. The fact that yesterday was not exactly a beautiful day, amplifies the few good moments that can happen on a day like that.]

I have seen the end of Gilmore Girls . Extremely late, I admit. Not only because I follow other series but also because I was afraid how it would end. I also tend to hate Rory and Logan. Not to mention Christopher. I avoid going into details, but in fact Luke and Lorelai are the characters that I was more interested in the series. One because it is very nice, both ways quickly, and because it is a good, a bit 'awkward at times, one that is given to do for everyone. The other because ... Well, that kind of woman that one might fall in love. I'm not talking about outer beauty, although it is a nice woman, but the character of Lorelai has features that embody many of the things that usually I particularly appreciate in a girl. Ok, the point is that however the series is over and each time it happens is a bit 'the end of an era, if you will. That way, it sounds like an expression out of place. But if you stop to think about it are seven seasons, seven years. Of course, with DVD you can put up with the seven seasons in the time frame in which a single season is airing on television. But until a few years ago, it was not normal to find television shows on DVD. The only was to follow as the television required. Nearly ten years of Friends , five (actually eight or nine, whereas the transmission to sob) of Ally McBeal , five of Alias . Seven of Gilmore Girls (which here in Italy is six years, but still we are there). There is talk however years. 's so exaggeration to speak of the end of an era? That 's what gives you a number that a film can never give you: follow over the years. It 'a kind of loyalty, and that's what I like. Of course, not all series are worthy of being followed, but those who learn to love you bring them back for a while '. And now even Gilmore Girls is over. It made me company in good times and in those dark, like yesterday, and as always gave me a smile. Do not take more coffee from Luke, do not eat anything cooked by Sookie, I do not sorbirò plus hysteria of Paris, will no longer participate in town meetings of Stars Hollow, no more Friday night dinners, no more hide-called Mrs. Kim under the floorboards, not sleep over at Dragonfly Inn. And no more Lorelai. End of an era. But for once, once , things end as you hope to finish.

[I like this habit of using square brackets. The post title comes from one of the final phrases of the last episode of season seven.]

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Not as good as the book

Sometimes I write reviews for HeavyWorlds.com . One of the CDs that I received from this new review is a monumental work of The Tangent. I will not go into details, because this review has yet to exit the portal. I just wanted to advise you to give it a listen, because you'll probably find an unknown world, a reminder of a way to make music that no longer exists. The group makes the analog sound one of his strengths, going to rediscover the kind of music, progressive rock, which was then quietly considered pop music without any negative connotation. Not As Good As The Book consists of two CDs and a novel. The story is packed with humor, passion for music that was and sci-fi elements. We just think that playing by the protagonist of Relayer Yes because of the destruction of the earth. Dave, this is the name of the protagonist, wakes up, literally on display along with his discography in a museum, 88000 years after Venus. A group of religious fanatics going to use this album for Yes to destroy a continent on Mars. Fortunately, a group of lovers of progressive rock, known as Schiphol, plotting in the shadows that does not happen. Dave will join them to prevent another catastrophe. The moral seems to be more or less concealed that by which they do many projects in life, then, for one reason or another, do not realize. And the future does not seem to be as nice as we expected. If you're just fans of those groups that between the end of the sixties and the mid-seventies churn out masterpieces with the mimeograph machine, you should not miss this album. If it were released in those years, today we'll talk about it as a benchmark for the genre. If you are remotely fascinated by all those instruments synth forerunners of the modern, made of knobs, wires to attach and detach, oscillators, this album is for you. For other listening is still recommended to discover what made that music and magic which is now being permanently lost. Some, however, it jealously guards the secret. And The Tangent is one of them.

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agito87 @ 2008-02-24T19: 41:00

AH!! For once I'll make a post in record time and not after days XD

... No way!

Oh, What can I say!

E 'was a really good show! although small .. waste and could also make the floor I say !!!>___\u0026lt;

XD well, should eventually work out OK XD! What

despair still! I spent damn much ... I did not think and I did not want .. but how can you not take the princess and the princess of arbook Ayano Yamane !! eh? like! I must say that

it was a good Day in!

LEUCCI! Turn the show was wonderful with you! I have a sore leg but damn .. damned heels >___\u0026lt;

Podda! Tata! so I wanted to run the show with you too çOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOç >___\u0026lt;'m sad to not be able to lighthouse ç_ç !

in return enjoy a cone crazy for having destroyed psychologically the group of D.Gray-man XD poor boys and girls have forced them to photos yaoi XD, I hate to norte for eternity! Yeah I know, I hear their curses.

But I must admit that my adorable gothic lolita dress did not come out bad at all! * _ * Ohohoho! I am very happy and damn proud of that dress XD by! to be done in a week and from nothing I came out not bad right? And then I was puccia! .. I will not argue about this .. I was ... POINT! XDXDXD (modesty alive eh?)

Memi, Tomoko, Hina, all! E 'was splendid to the fair with you !!!!!

NOT wait to do the cosplay Crimson spell with you * _ *

Ah, now is the case to stop ... If

dimenicato something I'll put it then XDXDXD

One kiss And the show must go on!!

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agito87 @ 2008-02-13T18: 27:00

Looking into the water in puddles

under my bare feet.

My world is falling into ruin

My white desert ice

cracks under the blows of the hot wind chill

And my world melts

Sparkling

Raped by the sun.

Land mine

my ice will melt

fleeing away like blood from my body.

Ali wounds cry out their pain

And my body to the ground s'accascia dying

black wings.

blood on his hands. My love

Whose this blood?

Yours or mine.

Just me and the dagger now

Staring at the Damascus

Dye the snow and my black wings

much pain my love And how far

to come between us?

How many tears have fallen

widening circles of water

in this world where you never could come and save me?

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Demwom

The year is over, so blablabla.
Stephanie is getting married. And here is the first name of this blog. Typically, as you know, I never write names. Do not even use nicknames, and even less nick. If you recognize yourself, you know. Should matter little to others. I break the rules, for once, and vualà : Stefania. Let's say your first love. Let's just say unpaid, but that's not the point. But it's, like, the beginning of the learning experience. A kind of comparison by which we measure the following reports: is the beginning where you know what I look for in a person and what not. Then of course everything changes, and there is no longer the benchmark, but at the beginning, when you do not know exactly what you seek is a useful reference point. However, the discovery of important feeling is due to that person. Person for whom, for a while 'time, I felt a grudge absurd. Then move on, memories are more vague, and what was bad, now, do not do that. That affection is still free from that kind of feeling to the situation, to discover. However, Stefania, for me, was important. And now he marries. When he told me via text message, I immediately responded. And with that answer ("blabla ! blablabla! It would be the day when the happy event? "), I still have to receive an answer .... Now, two things are. Or no message has arrived, and so now I hate it, or come to it and I do not he replied. In this case, I would say that has not changed one iota. When I knew, I started thinking a bit 'all the time and how I had been a child's approach to that relationship. So many things I wrong. She too eh. But of course I speak here with her to talk to me. We were both 23 years and I, at that age, I was actually a teenager late for certain things. Also because before you know her, is not that worry me too much of a relationship that was serious or not. One thing, though, dear Stephen, I can tell you. And 'that is no getting around so much, at that time we did things that, for two people who were cultivating a simple friendship, they were not in heaven or on earth. I'm telling you now, after years and years, because some things myself, with friends, even those far away, I never made. Them when they go on vacation do not write a page a day to let people know what they do or to say that, well yes, he misses. Sometimes, to say the truth, not even send a postcard. Nor do I, eh. The less I write more about a book we hold in two, and I left you. Do not you feel it every day, for that matter. Or call us virtually never with a ring on msn (ooops, IRC was at the time, but the substance does not change) every day after lunch to wait for your return to work, why would not you connettessi. Then I did not have the time and you made a phone ringing on your home phone. And my mother was some laughter. Nor are exchanged boxes with attached "listening guides". Nor trembles pit of my stomach to say "I love you" after a call from a couple of hours in which abundant both had something to say but the excitement has silenced. And a hug at the end, it's just a hug. Well, I do not know if it's because I grew up, the fact is that I, certain things, I have not done more. I do not know if you were normal, including two just friends, do so. I thought these days, and although all relationships are unique, that kind of relationship, bold in some ways, without a parachute then I never had. Maybe because when you fall once, the next time you think about it a bit 'up, and decide that a pillow under your ass is better than letting us. I'm not saying that they have lived false reports, but, that way there, I have never acted. I'm glad I did, because in the end, I'm glad they do now. And I must also and above all that our relationship. And while I thought of all this, and also to the fact that you have "invented" to call Dam because "I know a bit Dami ' gay ", and nobody ever knew where he had jumped out of this Dam is unclear to me why I loved you. And now you get married, and in light of all that that relationship has given me, I can not help but wish you immense happiness. Forever.