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Now, I’m like Galileo or Copernicus. I mean. I’m  not going to say or write something which would change your life forever. I just say new things or at least old things, but still, in a differen way. I mean. I could say what all of you say. I love people, animals are great. we have to care about nature, each of us got the right to destroy their on life the way they want, drinking, taking drugs, sleeping all day long or simply getting married, as gay people want to do. We can respect the American president, mainly, at least the first time, cause he’s the first not white president of the states. But, when he has to deal with Putin, you can check the difference. I mean. We are all basicaly right, we just disagree with each other. No, really, tell me one fucking reason why we should all live on the same planet, somehow the same way, agreeing on something, just to have something common to discuss about. So, I’m not Galileo or Copernicus or Mozart or Charles Manson, but, do you think they ever gave a shit about the consequences? We are creating ourselves a neverending present, with our chins up, like those who walk into the future, looking back and asking in a pretentious way to the past if it’s still there, like those who don’t care and pretend to care. The Pope, Renzi, Grillo, the “mud angels” (a new boyband from Genova opening the news), me, Manson, or Galileo or whoever.
So. Let’s start over.
Does any of you remember, EXACTLY, repeat what they said or thought 20 minutes ago?
First check the hour, then count back, then count back back just to be sure it’s the EXACT hour the same we checked before, and so on.
Now, does any of you remember what was the first question? You just need capital letters sometimes to confuse people. It’s like 14 minutes I’m writing (I was going to type “righting”) and I still don’t know what for and mainly I don’t get why you are reading it.
It’s a kind of blasphemy to feel like God, when he’s creating a world and before taking a nap saying: “And since now on I don’t give a fuck”. Then kids grow up and the first place where you decide to send them as soon as they learn how to scream “Dad!!!Dad!!! I want to go somewhere on holiday” is Palestine. “Sure son, I booked you a flight from Polinesia to Jerusalem. Don’t be scared by Jew or Arabs, I suggest you to hate Romans. They are all dead. Hate them. They were bad to both of the others, and, as I said when I created the world: Go there. Enjoy it. “”And since now on I don’t give a fuck””.
Words are the XXI century Cadillacs. They are the easiest and best things to sell. Though our Italian former former former Prime legitemately elected Minister had other products to work on (not belonging to the not human stuff).
Words are women, also for women. They mean what they want themselves to mean, even if you understand them. You can say the sweetest thing screaming, or the cruelest one whispering, it doesn’t matter. But as I said I still don’t get why I’m writing and mainly I don’t get why you are reading.
I’d love to confess everything, but if I say those words…I don’t know, if I was acting they would sound somehow more sincere.
Besides, the cops are not really willing to make me talk. Cops has to read and check so many things, everything, all the time that they cannot waste time on a spontaneous statement of facts. The ger every years their tasks, filling the calendar. August on pause. September/October is usually terrorist or pestilence, December/January drunk drivers on skating rinks, April is for first notes on tax evasions, and once a month, all month, people arriving from somewhere doing whatever…migrating, demonstrating, supporting, people with nothing better to do, than doing things.
I was one of them and I wanted to confess it. They set me free without having ever held me. So now I had once again to do something to have something to do.
Let’s start over, though I don’t really know what it’s this first part worth for.