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The attached image survey clearly shows that a large part of mankind ignores the existence of abuses of Decibel.

This news is very encouraging because it means that people have not declared their end by saying "they really piss off" but simply do not have known (or at least that's what I hope hahaha).

Visits on myspace and were about 870 "friends" are 51 ... few but good as they were all approved anti-automation as possible: "to abuse the friend you have to type the numbers drawn in the box, send a registered letter containing a chup-chupp cokacola to say in 12 steps and how to mount the mobile CORRASS Ikea. "

However the truth is that no one group because I'm shit is scandalously unproductive ... cabbage ... as founder, I can only say "mea culpa".

Actually there are a lot of ideas but zero desire to implement them e. .. Not that the other elements to give a lot to do (you've got raga with you and your butt glued to the chair in front of feisbuk!)

E 'terrible, frustrating, demeaning, demoralizing and overwhelming tantalizing.

You're out you think, "Ah, that would be this beautiful melody" or "Yes. So and so an image with a touch of that color would make a bell'impatto" or "I could shape an object with that material and make it more attractive with a play of light, etc. .. etc. .. ".

Then ... after all this creative thinking comes a regular event such as work, the commuter train from the race to the supermarket ... distract you and take you to the "nothing".

always ends you're home and you put the computer to look at ebay or other crap (because you know ... the ideas are not realized because you miss this or what not? ... damn consumerism, so sneaky makes you a slave even if you are aware of the time you lose) and meanwhile time passes and you do not close anything. And I'm

days, then months become years and you were thinking about them a lot of things you could do and then you have not done anything.

Why? But caxxo ...

Why you should be so lazy, so fickle, so superficially occupied for 23 hours and 59 minutes a day and get those 60 seconds of daily artistic and lighting that gets fired as the sun and then explode and go off to be blinded in the darkness of your uselessness.

have the roller coaster of life ... and sometimes I would like the thrill of the descent would last a little more than a moment because I'm fucking aware that the next rise could be the last that I have the strength to overcome.

I have need of patience and desire to do things ... where to take it?

Bho ... I know that I am depressed.

Poor abuse, hard times are waiting for you o. .. maybe a nice slow tear-jerker eh?

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Surplus

there is life on this blog ...

Yes, we were able to enjoy the first comment by a keen surfer, we not only took away the dreadful question: "But someone cagherà never what we write?" he also did a considerable alarm ... or "surplus."


The inside of which we speak is (drum roll .....) plutoschi !

If you like you can make a jump on his blog fragments from andromeda and read some of his mental jets.

Surplus is a Swedish documentary with interviews and great embroidery on video-wise statements of politicians, warmongers, criminals and the poor devils accuses our consumer system where the only purpose is to deceive the masses with a constant media bombardment and desirous of making them slaves for a life of money, success, and every tangible.
We live in all this ... are no different from the same animals for slaughter that we close in cramped cages and then kill him. Where is our cage? You do not see why subtly resides in our heads. Think about it ... you are free to do what you want it? So why do you get up every morning and do the same things? Yes, you need to work to eat the world is so utopian thoughts and then just accept the reality.
No my friend, this is not reality ... this is a way of seeing things, and is the only magic box that lets you see every night.
the end we are moving as many blind groping in a maze of concrete ... listening to persuasive voices that promise dreams and glory. Few of us sharpen the other senses, while others follow the flock.

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Jiddu

's hot ... is really so hot and my vacation is ending. I had moments of inspiration and hope to be able to complete some of those ideas that sporadic light up like bulbs on the bench in the Church of offers (among other things that squalor ... once you had the spark plugs and now the offer as If you play casino: "Section 1 € and I bet that will turn the 13").
Anyway ... apart from croup priest who gambles in recent days between cows, Toma, crickets, sun, a petrol mower (annoying) and lots of fresh air I had, in addition to the pleasures of idleness, even an incredible partner, "Jiddu Krishnamurti. "
People like him have managed to merge the enigma of thought, the mysteries of life and ease in speech understandable to mere mortals.
Every phrase, every concept is like a line from a poem you've ever heard and that you finally understand.
I started to know him some years ago when I started practicing yoga, our teacher read us a lesson at the beginning of a phrase or concept to think about during meditation.
Today I bring with me a book, which contains some of his dirscorsi, and I think I read a couple pages every so often serve to get more awareness.
Jiddu Thanks, thanks.

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my friend When you want to do many things

Well well well ... has been a while that we do not feel it? I would tell you that this failure was caused by a lot of things to do, but ... Where's My Car tell you of a huge dance, the truth is that I tried to do many things but with some bizarre results.

not you ever have those times when you get up every morning that you want to do something new and share full of good intentions? and maybe in a few days everything aside and move on?

happens to me often. For example, I woke up thinking "I have a strong desire to learn to play blues harmonica ... so that week I bought the harmonica, and some methods I tried to do the first exercises (such as the bending ... a massacre).

I discovered a very well know how to play the harmonica. Too bad she can only do that with my ass and this creates many difficulties such as performing in public without turning their backs to the audience and not least the ability to make you pay the instrument from someone saying, "Hey, I would try to make an" ass "ol ... can I borrow your harmonica?".

It 's a tough world.

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Majakowskij

One Saturday morning every one of those where there is a shit to do, get the proposal to go to that Mayakovsky. Abandon all hope ye who enter here. Arrived at ten-thirty, I and my brave, we see right now a knot of hippoppari pants-style "in the shit slip sull'esosissimo discuss the entrance fee: 5 € for the ticket + free drink. There are those who curse and tearing his hair: "No come on, how do I pay 5 €! Then I am left more cash! Fuck you I will not go! Oh guys, do not go by that you may not make us pay! And then the DJ is my friend. " Scenes of low patronage of the alloy. It is not the party of Bossi. The fact is that, beating time with a cigarette, I almost do influence in waiting for a DJ friend and follow him in the crowd of freeloaders. A lightning bolt that passes through me but leave me now. I decide to enter. It must be said that already out, Mayakovsky suggests a bad place to be. The location is in an alley near Porta Vescovo, which is influenced by neighboring negronettiane. Crossing the threshold, two girls, one Polish and one with the big face from balon rasta untissima and very acid, beat box. Or fill out the sheet or you do not enter. Mario Rossi decide to compile the package, pay cinquello and enters. Without the hall, the show is one of the most depressing ever. A vecchiarda nailed to a chair scrutinizing eye smashed off all those who enter. The restaurant is virtually empty except for 4 "slip in the shit" mired in as many seats as above. I decide to drink, to forget. Coke and rum, thanks. Good? Nope ... the rum really knows how to spin the euro sewer. Gulp his face in disgust. Beautiful scene that happens a few minutes later: enter a type, order a whiskey and cola. The girl makes him and asks him to five euro. Type: "Excuse me, is not complimentary drink?" And her "no, just coke and rum and gin and lemon." The type replies: "ah, I did not know, but I have no money, I can not pagartelo" takes on the cocktail and go away. Scene really super trash! Order a coca havana. 5 € for a cocktail rotten, poured into a paper cup. Li mortacci! Undecided whether to decamp to the flight or whether to wait, bet on the latter. After about half an hour, hordes of "shit in the slip" begin to fill the Mayakovsky. Ah, speaking of the furniture. Infaustissima the choice of attacking a number of paintings depicting Snout butterflies and death. Certainly do not help to raise the value of that place with soft lighting soporific. The apotheosis is if you have a photo of a dead rat, attached to the left of the bar. Seeing is believing. Then, for if the place is not so bad, if you leave out that might well be the basement of a house row. They leave a little free-style dishes, with an adjoining cluster of friends of DJs who have the input latch. Also Butel Saval, alias John Smith. At Mayakovsky? No way man, no way. If you know it you avoid it, a bit 'like the dark or like James, an old imbriagon that runs the downtown bar and that aims to attack the victim's nails absurd turn.
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you ever find something on google and can not find it?

You are right there to monitor ... splulciate taken all that by getting clicks a link after another, encountering forum repetitive false and tendentious pages that open many windows casino, boobs, chat, job improbable etc. .. etc. ..

In these moments one gets tired from his desk, his head heavy, sore eyes, a level of stoned brain remarkable and a fixed idea:

"look for things in bliblioteca I do not so much ... damn tired spades!"

The other day, while surfing frantically us and we were about to be a headache, we came across this video / interview that explains perfectly the way we think.

With Silvano Agosti summary for doing so well.



The full transcript of the speech found on the site www.signoraggio.com

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MySpace ... teriBBBile!

Boys ... we had to try it and still do not believe it!

How is it that myspace has taken all I'm after?

So the phenomenon is unclear on Facebook ... people want to get the caxxi of others and then sign up to go to snoop into the lives of former classmates, old friends who do not hear more of their gas station, the neighbor chick who gives it to everyone except your cousins, etc. .. etc. .. but ... MySpace does not make sense.

seems to us a sloppy Cozzaglia pages unusable that not even a web designer super strophic doped with "Milk Plus" would be able to edit without first having to power down the left side of the brain.

We remain strabilitiati exaggerated the number of perfect strangers who want us in their "friends" ... everything is a wonderful way to go:

"Hey that's cool, thanks for the req!
"Thanks for the add ... chunks ... you are strong!"
"Great your music ... but listen to me!"

People on myspace are like the Jazz for Captain Jack ... " are those who play and those who listen"

PS

One of the things that makes us angry is that the more visits myspace counter is incremented for each access. This means that every visit (even to check your page) is marked ... then you are at the end of the day you have done "100 hits".

bad that your are 80 and 20 are the friend request from someone who has not even made of the person but you have downloaded a program that makes them for him!
The worst are the people who do not know and watch the end of the day saying the access statistics "Miii cheFFFico gIente today has too much access my Paggino of internett" ..... this thing is teriBBBile!