the beauty and the bass
Monday, March 12, 2007
Rifle Scopes In Digital Camo
dj enzo and I have called you to write to the newspaper. ready. they send you emails with what you have to write, I write and then delivers it to him for time and are all happy. they find themselves with a magazine filled with the juice of our coveted feathers, the rest of us go around on a Saturday night without pay and in addition there have also been an article in the newspaper in which they made this photo of the four of us con lo sguardo liquido con sotto una didascalia che dice non chiamateli perché vi saccheggiano il bar e metton su della musica di merda. dj enzo ha anche avuto da recriminare perché dentro l’articolo non hanno scritto niente dei suoi progetti. io gli faccio, ma scusa, a me mi sembra che te non c’hai nessun progetto se non quello di andare in giro la sera a bere come un cretino e dar fastidio alle ragazze. allora per consolarlo abbiam fatto sfrecciare i polpastrelli sul gamepad e così ho fatto anche in tempo a fargli il culo a strisce a proevolutionsoccer finchè lo storione in umido non finiva di cuocere. al pueblo siamo di nuovo in formazione d’emergenza perché quel bastardo assenteista di danilo doveva andare al carnevale di ivrea a tirare oranges with the patented core cast for the occasion. among other things touches on the accelerator pushed to one because we fly out, I personally I had wasted all afternoon low spreading through the neighborhood trying to open up new horizons of perception of sound, I then restricted the evening to try to condense ' King Tubby's entire discography in a set of 45 minutes, without forget to wink to the new mutations dubbismo more exaggerated reverb of the room and soaking in an orgy of painful umidissimi low frequencies, because even though it's Saturday evening and you just want to have fun and booze to me happily I must always remember that the world is nothing but a bowl full of scorching anguish, misery, death and despair. salute the poor Fabietto tonight seems that touches take the place of our asses rogue behind the console for the rest of the evening. we arrive at the place where those of the magazine have given us credit for free admission, but it is with utmost indignation that we discover that we have to wait in line along with all those other bags of shit that should be the release to enter. at some point we must also act to give dj enzo who tried to approach the bouncer and asked him if there was a fast track for two large pieces of journalism Savoy like us, only that this man with huge biceps on chest retains merely respond with a look so full of indifference mixed with contempt mixed with an atavistic ready to get their hands on people that we have decided to lower the ears to get back in line with other kids. Meanwhile, however, when we entered we were then printed on the back of his right hand for this special stamp bluish journalists level that we have found that it gave you the right to go to the counter and whisper in the ear of the barman your most unmentionable desires and he was required to satisfy them without you had to give him money in return. all the other assholes who made the card and stamped before leaving he had to do to get pass the bill, and us alone instead of with the performance of the hand ordering the bottle and poured it into the glass. the day after I showed him the stamp to my mother, this being the biggest success in my adult life.
dj enzo considered how he would feel as a person made for eternity could extend the power of the stamp, especially combining it with another stamp on the back of his left hand by showing that all women were required to concederglisi. However I must say that we have acted professionally, and avoid abusing the privilege to receive is limited to only drink beverages that are strictly necessary to asciugare l'arsura di una notte di metà febbraio. ai piatti c'è questo celebre dj che sul giornalino dj enzo per non saper né leggere né scrivere aveva magnificato come un maestro di tecnica, una leggenda vivente, un profeta dell'arte del mixaggio, e che a una più attenta analisi si è rivelato essere piuttosto un povero cazzaro senza talento venuto a rubare il lavoro ai dj locali ridotti per colpa sua a passare i sabati notte al bancone invece che alla consolle. usciamo indignati, non prima di aver ordinato un altro paio di bottiglie di birra da infilarci nelle tasche interne dei cappotti per poi ritapparle dentro il frigo di casa.
atroC.T.X.Z.B.tion
Rifle Scopes In Digital Camo
the beauty and the bass
dj enzo and I have called you to write to the newspaper. ready. they send you emails with what you have to write, I write and then delivers it to him for time and are all happy. they find themselves with a magazine filled with the juice of our coveted feathers, the rest of us go around on a Saturday night without pay and in addition there have also been an article in the newspaper in which they made this photo of the four of us con lo sguardo liquido con sotto una didascalia che dice non chiamateli perché vi saccheggiano il bar e metton su della musica di merda. dj enzo ha anche avuto da recriminare perché dentro l’articolo non hanno scritto niente dei suoi progetti. io gli faccio, ma scusa, a me mi sembra che te non c’hai nessun progetto se non quello di andare in giro la sera a bere come un cretino e dar fastidio alle ragazze. allora per consolarlo abbiam fatto sfrecciare i polpastrelli sul gamepad e così ho fatto anche in tempo a fargli il culo a strisce a proevolutionsoccer finchè lo storione in umido non finiva di cuocere. al pueblo siamo di nuovo in formazione d’emergenza perché quel bastardo assenteista di danilo doveva andare al carnevale di ivrea a tirare oranges with the patented core cast for the occasion. among other things touches on the accelerator pushed to one because we fly out, I personally I had wasted all afternoon low spreading through the neighborhood trying to open up new horizons of perception of sound, I then restricted the evening to try to condense ' King Tubby's entire discography in a set of 45 minutes, without forget to wink to the new mutations dubbismo more exaggerated reverb of the room and soaking in an orgy of painful umidissimi low frequencies, because even though it's Saturday evening and you just want to have fun and booze to me happily I must always remember that the world is nothing but a bowl full of scorching anguish, misery, death and despair. salute the poor Fabietto tonight seems that touches take the place of our asses rogue behind the console for the rest of the evening. we arrive at the place where those of the magazine have given us credit for free admission, but it is with utmost indignation that we discover that we have to wait in line along with all those other bags of shit that should be the release to enter. at some point we must also act to give dj enzo who tried to approach the bouncer and asked him if there was a fast track for two large pieces of journalism Savoy like us, only that this man with huge biceps on chest retains merely respond with a look so full of indifference mixed with contempt mixed with an atavistic ready to get their hands on people that we have decided to lower the ears to get back in line with other kids. Meanwhile, however, when we entered we were then printed on the back of his right hand for this special stamp bluish journalists level that we have found that it gave you the right to go to the counter and whisper in the ear of the barman your most unmentionable desires and he was required to satisfy them without you had to give him money in return. all the other assholes who made the card and stamped before leaving he had to do to get pass the bill, and us alone instead of with the performance of the hand ordering the bottle and poured it into the glass. the day after I showed him the stamp to my mother, this being the biggest success in my adult life.
dj enzo considered how he would feel as a person made for eternity could extend the power of the stamp, especially combining it with another stamp on the back of his left hand by showing that all women were required to concederglisi. However I must say that we have acted professionally, and avoid abusing the privilege to receive is limited to only drink beverages that are strictly necessary to asciugare l'arsura di una notte di metà febbraio. ai piatti c'è questo celebre dj che sul giornalino dj enzo per non saper né leggere né scrivere aveva magnificato come un maestro di tecnica, una leggenda vivente, un profeta dell'arte del mixaggio, e che a una più attenta analisi si è rivelato essere piuttosto un povero cazzaro senza talento venuto a rubare il lavoro ai dj locali ridotti per colpa sua a passare i sabati notte al bancone invece che alla consolle. usciamo indignati, non prima di aver ordinato un altro paio di bottiglie di birra da infilarci nelle tasche interne dei cappotti per poi ritapparle dentro il frigo di casa.
atroC.T.X.Z.B.tion
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