fuck am disappointed. Bass will be the paradise I had a mythical moment, because then once we walked in he was not son of enjoyment that I quest'apoteosi I foreshadowed in my warped mind of the worshiper subwoofer. when they told us that they had struck down the tweeter speakers, tweeter, all speakers of all the fucking, I'm like, fuck I care, so I came here to pump the bass. I so my goal in life is to make you hear frequencies in single digits, scrape the plaster from the walls during Anti War Dub Digital Mystikz, hear gurgling stomachs for unhealthy vibranza Revolution 5 Roots Manuva feat. Chali 2na. that when I land in a theatrical console as a wrestler the first thing I do is execute the high and medium through a work of cruel smanopolamento. once rose even danilo, dj-grower, to scold because said I was exaggerating. danilo dick in my opinion is that he is exaggerating with its manifestations of stardom as an actress of the silent cinema. now has become our Pete Doherty, the other three that we always go to serious work, laid, professional, but he now looks exhausted by the excesses in the evenings. the other night that I was not an aspirin dissolved in a glass of white Nardini and after that was so sbarellato dj enzo had to intervene to help push the open button on the CD player because he could not. and same here this evening, has barricaded himself inside the dressing room in a state of deterioration screaming that he is a professional and without the tweeter was not working. wanted to send my cousin to dismantle the platform of the machine to connect to our sound, only that my cousin had mounted only on the point because he says that while the subwoofer when you walk down the street to girls interested to hear just that, then no point in wasting money to components of the audio is not conducive to vaginal lubrication. among other things must be said that before coming here in the room we went to dinner at a restaurant and he and dj enzo have spent the time talking about pussy loudly hoping to impress the two girls sitting next to that fact got up and went away in the mid-starters. and the funny stuff is that dj enzo then dumped me as usual, the responsibility on me because according to him since he started dating does not go into the hole once it has one. I do not know, maybe then it really my fault, but what little I remember of the subtle mechanisms of seduction I think women see you when you Pintone drains a one and a half of red canavese tend not to identify yourself as a potential father of their children.
after when we go into the room must be said that before us there was a band playing Balkan music. were actually of very good person, unfortunately I only have this problem with Balkan music that makes me really want him to die. I hear those trombones and accordions as I'm scratching my brain grow in a disturbing grudge against the person of Goran Bregovic, the main architect of the proliferation of a custom music created with the specific intent to undermine my sanity. the people around me is happy. every hop and every smile is for me a razor in the lower abdomen. I shit inside that trombone.
have been able to imagine what will people think of me that five minutes before hopping and happy but now there is still and staring at an angry jerk with the megadeth shirt from behind the console can not do anything but invest them with a hail of distorted bass and mournful. now I would be willing to hear once again all night soundtrack black cat white cat just to beg for a handful of high frequencies. sound speakers spewing mud indistinguishable that this gives the appearance of the room empty worst outbreak of smallpox. it pains me to admit it, but I had to realize that a life without high and medium without it is not worth living. Daniel leaves the dressing room to tell us that he had said. I had prepared a DJ set to the theme with which I dreamed of exporting out of my room the concept of gangsta reggae, but my stories silent killer Rastafarians and rhymes that tell of skulls uncovered a glock shots are expected to remain closed inside my briefcase. we alternate the console annihilated by anxiety until such time as finally we are told to go away because there is no one to listen. quell'avvinazzato anybody except the bar to which I promised that I would put on something anna oxa.
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