Paolo Angeli
Paolo Angeli is a guitarist, very good, which uses a prepared Sardinian guitar. pedals tires, two bundles of ropes (horizontal and vertical), setting a cello, the use of the bow, the ability to obtain particular polyphony da uno strumento solo. in questo video esegue una cover di Bjork.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DABglr34YJM
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Brazillion Wax Diagram
and Scandinavia Sticazzi
stai attento a quello che scrivi e provi a scrivere se non sai scrivere, sporco negro di merda figlio di puttana. le parole non sono cazzate, hanno un peso. un peso sacrosanto. le parole sono pesanti se non le sai usare. e sono pesanti anche se le sai usare, e l'abbiamo visto. perchè abbiamo provato migliaia e migliaia di combinazioni in questo senso. e abbiamo scritto le più grosse stronzate facendo finta di crederci, facendo finta che fossero reali. e adesso non abbiamo più niente. niente di niente. ma infatti dirai, cosa abbiamo adesso? non abbiamo un cazzo di niente dirai. ma tu sei li, che viaggi. what the fuck you want to know the real things? fuck that hopes to understand life a person who travels in time? What do you hope to achieve? it does not get anything. or at least that I can see a dick. travel, do things, see people. and instead does a dick, dick. and do not say shit, the bitch [but I'm not talking about her, I'm not talking. I'm writing. and then I was referring to the person]. because it is not-doing-shit-of-porcocristo anything. because everything in them [already. plurals but have now become tranquil [[and not you, calm you people]] lacks the mental space necessary to stop and think about things. because they are always tense because there is what must be seen, and there what needs to be lived. you are traveling, simply, "Go fuck yourself ASSHOLE WHY 'I HAVE HAD THE BALLS WITH YOUR PRICK. I never fucked a dick to take a shit aircraft of Christ and never give a fuck about doing fotutto check-in lady. life is abandoned, deserted and everything is lost in the void. but I hope at least that you know it. and I hope that sometimes in life does not get to sleep because haunted by a thought like that. I sleep well and do shit, but a trip is just a drop, and this is not bullshit. otherwise why do you think the players would be more people more alone and depressed? precisely because the actors are the people more sunshine. because it is inherent in their profession not to have a person. and people need people. Now, let's take a moment to pause and try to imagine, ugly cock of shit, a person who is deprived of its own staff. a nightmare situation right? good. We're almost near. Well now try to imagine what could be a vile person like that. but as you say. but as "disgraceful"? oh yes my dear boys. infamous. because there is no mathematical rule that contradicts the assumption that all of the actors are morons. because there is not even in their desire to hurt, injure. they do not own purpose. do not do it on purpose to be unconscious, to create trouble and mettercisi inside. only that in a country like Liechtenstein would be enough in itself to obtaining a strameritatissimo fucking life imprisonment. because for a logic that does something on purpose, that is not aware of the actual effect of their actions, their words, the consequences of their galactic incursions, it is only a fucking useless and filled with lots of blood and organ meat. one which in all probability he will never be an asshole. but that could be an actor. or why not, a great actor. an individual without the person who plays himself into a role at a time. half an hour at a time. until, Scazzi or completely exhausted, decides to end the day hanging from a maximum of some cock. until the end of the period, or book, and then on. towards new horizons. like the people who travel. is the same thing. the procedure is the same. actors and travelers. why I hate people who travel. Storage costs in lives and measured in multiples of € 5. yes, I admit. make me angry. but even know my fans (a bunch of balls that do not exist and I are constantly on the cock but I owe them accountable for my actions), that I am always pissed off, because "it does not seem." that is, that I am. did not appear. okay. because there is something in my participation. something that I "must". Well, yes. get, have. from time to time. something to which I wish to arrive. a point. a question. something. a point I want to touch, to penetrate, to cum. You had your stuff, okay. does nothing. but as if to say pig god. okay. but say at least. and say well if you please. for Christ. with the right words. so that you will understand, fuck. not to stracazzo of stracane. god dog.
stai attento a quello che scrivi e provi a scrivere se non sai scrivere, sporco negro di merda figlio di puttana. le parole non sono cazzate, hanno un peso. un peso sacrosanto. le parole sono pesanti se non le sai usare. e sono pesanti anche se le sai usare, e l'abbiamo visto. perchè abbiamo provato migliaia e migliaia di combinazioni in questo senso. e abbiamo scritto le più grosse stronzate facendo finta di crederci, facendo finta che fossero reali. e adesso non abbiamo più niente. niente di niente. ma infatti dirai, cosa abbiamo adesso? non abbiamo un cazzo di niente dirai. ma tu sei li, che viaggi. what the fuck you want to know the real things? fuck that hopes to understand life a person who travels in time? What do you hope to achieve? it does not get anything. or at least that I can see a dick. travel, do things, see people. and instead does a dick, dick. and do not say shit, the bitch [but I'm not talking about her, I'm not talking. I'm writing. and then I was referring to the person]. because it is not-doing-shit-of-porcocristo anything. because everything in them [already. plurals but have now become tranquil [[and not you, calm you people]] lacks the mental space necessary to stop and think about things. because they are always tense because there is what must be seen, and there what needs to be lived. you are traveling, simply, "Go fuck yourself ASSHOLE WHY 'I HAVE HAD THE BALLS WITH YOUR PRICK. I never fucked a dick to take a shit aircraft of Christ and never give a fuck about doing fotutto check-in lady. life is abandoned, deserted and everything is lost in the void. but I hope at least that you know it. and I hope that sometimes in life does not get to sleep because haunted by a thought like that. I sleep well and do shit, but a trip is just a drop, and this is not bullshit. otherwise why do you think the players would be more people more alone and depressed? precisely because the actors are the people more sunshine. because it is inherent in their profession not to have a person. and people need people. Now, let's take a moment to pause and try to imagine, ugly cock of shit, a person who is deprived of its own staff. a nightmare situation right? good. We're almost near. Well now try to imagine what could be a vile person like that. but as you say. but as "disgraceful"? oh yes my dear boys. infamous. because there is no mathematical rule that contradicts the assumption that all of the actors are morons. because there is not even in their desire to hurt, injure. they do not own purpose. do not do it on purpose to be unconscious, to create trouble and mettercisi inside. only that in a country like Liechtenstein would be enough in itself to obtaining a strameritatissimo fucking life imprisonment. because for a logic that does something on purpose, that is not aware of the actual effect of their actions, their words, the consequences of their galactic incursions, it is only a fucking useless and filled with lots of blood and organ meat. one which in all probability he will never be an asshole. but that could be an actor. or why not, a great actor. an individual without the person who plays himself into a role at a time. half an hour at a time. until, Scazzi or completely exhausted, decides to end the day hanging from a maximum of some cock. until the end of the period, or book, and then on. towards new horizons. like the people who travel. is the same thing. the procedure is the same. actors and travelers. why I hate people who travel. Storage costs in lives and measured in multiples of € 5. yes, I admit. make me angry. but even know my fans (a bunch of balls that do not exist and I are constantly on the cock but I owe them accountable for my actions), that I am always pissed off, because "it does not seem." that is, that I am. did not appear. okay. because there is something in my participation. something that I "must". Well, yes. get, have. from time to time. something to which I wish to arrive. a point. a question. something. a point I want to touch, to penetrate, to cum. You had your stuff, okay. does nothing. but as if to say pig god. okay. but say at least. and say well if you please. for Christ. with the right words. so that you will understand, fuck. not to stracazzo of stracane. god dog.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Cleaning A White Leather Suite
GPM
GPM, EP, people like so many other people, like many who do not have a dick to do here (* censored *) and ruin lives at random. people who have personally written bomb threats on the walls of ridiculous phrases (* censored *) and spread rumors among the people, in order to scare spread suspicion, to pour some kind of guilt for wrongs confessed. mental things, but very real. that are fixed in the memory of a country. and that from time to time they come back. Remittances are the world like (something). There are many problems (* censored *), even serious. and there are people who are not good. unemployed, misfits, delayed (church people). people who have a cock and invents things to do. mental journeys. private stories that become reflections wide, generic, operating on the same principle of buckshot. people listen, said. lives that are filled with emptiness. voids that are filled with emptiness of others. problems that are fixed (that is forgotten at the moment and take a back seat) with the onset of the problems of others. lives that are cracked, which slow to wear out. up at the end.
GPM, EP, people like so many other people, like many who do not have a dick to do here (* censored *) and ruin lives at random. people who have personally written bomb threats on the walls of ridiculous phrases (* censored *) and spread rumors among the people, in order to scare spread suspicion, to pour some kind of guilt for wrongs confessed. mental things, but very real. that are fixed in the memory of a country. and that from time to time they come back. Remittances are the world like (something). There are many problems (* censored *), even serious. and there are people who are not good. unemployed, misfits, delayed (church people). people who have a cock and invents things to do. mental journeys. private stories that become reflections wide, generic, operating on the same principle of buckshot. people listen, said. lives that are filled with emptiness. voids that are filled with emptiness of others. problems that are fixed (that is forgotten at the moment and take a back seat) with the onset of the problems of others. lives that are cracked, which slow to wear out. up at the end.
How To Tell Ring Worm Versus Pityriasis Rosea
the importance of being Satan
cool the new package of MS RED Giugiaro Design, like the telephone. "The only real Italian meets Giugiaro Design. The five variants of the MS family in a special edition." with under the scrittona: Smoking causes fatal lung cancer.
cool the new package of MS RED Giugiaro Design, like the telephone. "The only real Italian meets Giugiaro Design. The five variants of the MS family in a special edition." with under the scrittona: Smoking causes fatal lung cancer.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sony Dvp-sr200p Bought Australia Region
home
felt sounds. noise. rhythms. microscopic orchestrations of movement of the release. of bodies moving out of habit. that stretch reluctantly. throwing these microsegni space. air. odor. and become aware of things by heart. and become "ten minutes". and become the end. inexorable. someone would call them behaviors. I do not. I can not. these movements have come so much in me so much in me that I hate them. I hate them. do not like them more. I know them by heart. each individual sound. vibration. displacement. each of these signs is a signal. something that means something. although nothing in itself, and above all of these objects, which may have an effect. yet it does. each of these "so" corresponds to a single element of language. a language that I have not yet understood, but I know who I can recognize. and that I could even speak.
felt sounds. noise. rhythms. microscopic orchestrations of movement of the release. of bodies moving out of habit. that stretch reluctantly. throwing these microsegni space. air. odor. and become aware of things by heart. and become "ten minutes". and become the end. inexorable. someone would call them behaviors. I do not. I can not. these movements have come so much in me so much in me that I hate them. I hate them. do not like them more. I know them by heart. each individual sound. vibration. displacement. each of these signs is a signal. something that means something. although nothing in itself, and above all of these objects, which may have an effect. yet it does. each of these "so" corresponds to a single element of language. a language that I have not yet understood, but I know who I can recognize. and that I could even speak.
Can I Have A Tea While Fasting
fury
I was born and raised in (* censored *). a turbulent country. It was not easy because of the geography and geology have influenced social needs. only the writers and scholars become aware of these things, then they are relegated to roles of the second third and fourth floors, labeled as crazy. is difficult to get used to the things that you can not control. before returning to (* censored *) a friend told me to be careful not to scoglionarmi. I now understand the meaning of that term. in these streets is not a soul. not a machine, not a passer. nothing. I wonder how they manage the stores to survive. what people live. where they are. You can walk to the center of the road regardless of anything at any time of day and night. there is none. people work and evenings out or go out on the premises, they tell me. but even the locals, when compared with the human desert that fills these old streets seem empty. few people at most. three or four. what the fuck is going on?
I was born and raised in (* censored *). a turbulent country. It was not easy because of the geography and geology have influenced social needs. only the writers and scholars become aware of these things, then they are relegated to roles of the second third and fourth floors, labeled as crazy. is difficult to get used to the things that you can not control. before returning to (* censored *) a friend told me to be careful not to scoglionarmi. I now understand the meaning of that term. in these streets is not a soul. not a machine, not a passer. nothing. I wonder how they manage the stores to survive. what people live. where they are. You can walk to the center of the road regardless of anything at any time of day and night. there is none. people work and evenings out or go out on the premises, they tell me. but even the locals, when compared with the human desert that fills these old streets seem empty. few people at most. three or four. what the fuck is going on?
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