Schematic Smart Charger

REFLECTIONS

As in a famous comic book by Neil Gaiman, the roundtable focused on the return, the meeting / confrontation, the situation in that chaos of meaning and nonsense that is the art, it seemed a meeting of occult serial killer enraptured by their undertakings, including, occasionally, stands the degenerate lone professes her loneliness in what should be his "ring" .
degeneration: as at the end of 1800 Max Nordeau described the condition in which living artists, some intellectuals, free thinkers. thought fin de siecle as a way of life. You see, I'm happy to be a degenerate, in the sense intended by the Nordeau idiot, admit it makes me feel less crazy, because the fool who says he is fool can say with certainty not to be. Then there are the crazy clowns around who do not yet say they are sincere, I think I see hats on their heads the family of Napoleon. The state of the art today requires serious thinking, thoughtful, a little 'fascist, and above all very inspiring, and spiritual - above all spiritual. Rather, a reflection shamanic . Artists must reflect on their role on the science of art, and less strongly the need to pursue a legitimacy that comes only to those who have pockets swollen oratory in the blood of those who aprofitta them (or at best, those who aid credits) must however be careful not to confuse opportunism with charity, the mere political maneuvering by training and culture. Pass me the vision
sickly advertising whiskey: I am a gold prospector in the Klondike, and in the icy river of the Company of Men, set in the valley of courtly life, I found in a lot of noble metal sieve, and I also hold the stones strange black stones the deformed because you also need them. So it was for a Settenote Mondomusica, where one of the beautiful things (and only mine) I fished asymmetric fragments of basalt - the ignorance, emptiness, humiliation, arrogance - and I keep even those (and they I share willingly, so maybe someone completes the collection). All
be redone? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it's just the moment before jumping at the end of which awaits us smashing it, or maybe just walk firmer. I
meanwhile, after all this, and with a little help of my friends, I'm going to regenerate in the swamps and Po - catharsis! - I'm a savage monster with its fine paper crown head.
At least I have the hat of Napoleon.

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