semiobbligata are so full of hopes to follow this conference on Nietzsche and Foucault, holds a servoleccaculo of scoundrels, so all in all, I already know what to expect, but the hope is the last to die, but life is a bitch and I should know. however, no later, I sit. listen to two minutes. and now I understand that the guy is saying a sea of \u200b\u200bshit, and all the files in front of my coioni a nod as puppets without life, and write crap. made even more dick dick because filtered out of their mind and without spirit. Sticazzi but oh well. Then I open a book I had nothing below and start reading, trying to ignore the guy who shot 4-for-word synonyms ("then this tension poralizzante, insoluble, essential, inconceivable, irreducible) (which even then are not synonyms, take rather strengthened, but we overlook), but just can not do it. AMCO pitch the book to my head to avoid the type of run in and be locked in an asylum. who then logos-ragione/follia lesson concerned the conflict. needless to transcribe here the whole sea of \u200b\u200bbullshit that fired the type, confusing Aristotle with Plato, completely misrepresenting the meaning of the Stoic doctrine and mortifying in general the Greek tradition. stuff that Nietzsche probably was stirring in his grave. but that's okay. we like sheep so, mummified-know-that-smell-of-dead-food-for-brains-decomposed. Praise of Folly, but fuck you close it willingly a room equipped with a mad ax.
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