What Causes Permanent Flu?

Memory of Tristan

My dear little town infamous toxic land, building speculators, and especially old fascists. Old old old young, young old promises, old stoned, old systems, old work. Tonight I'm sorry if I remove the freedom to send carefully to that country, for your total inability, by your indifference to your carelessness, for your superficiality, for your final and general disorganization, not artistic, but moral, philosophical and politics.

see, dear old paesone provincialization entirely, you no longer produces anything significant for more than twenty years, and you worry none of your children carefully for artists and artists can not produce anything of value in any way, and if someone for a shot Fortune fails, do whatever is in your power to prevent him from showing it, market, putting it on the market. Because every piece of your production system belongs to the same 200 people every distribution organization, the smallest unit of communication, even the smallest structure of the body is due to the media, figure after figure, after separate entity, only a few, damn privileged.

But if you believe that in this way you are able to numb the consciences of all, to tame the most angry, stubborn and contrary, well know, the country's two languages, you're wrong. We just put the window, waiting for your blood on the street, dead bodies along the river, there is hurry, there is not despair. Death, death will not spare the old, young old promises, the poor bastards, politicians, scoundrels of the neighborhood, the pirates of finance, and those who have the talent of my fucking country hits auditel, prices, and pseudofiction.

And death will not spare us either, but in that case it will be a liberation.