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I wanted to do so many things this week…
Pubblishing a chapter of UT, for example.
Apart from work, apart from driving to see my tiny nephew ❤
It’s just monday…I know…
And do you know where I am?
In a dark room.
No joke here.
In a tiny dark room, in my bed and up to my ears with the coverlet.
No light is accepted and there has to be deathly silence or I go berserk in less than 5 sec.
I have migraine.
I can’t wear my glasses and if I have them on I don’t see a fucking thing.
I can’t eat.
My head feels on fire, and like it’s enflating, exploding.
And let me tell you how my optical nerve is an absolute bitch right now even with the screen in eco and red like a stoplight.
It’s going to be a long three days I can assure you.
Yes, at least three fucking days.

It starts dastardly subtle, a little fastidious pinprick at the height of my right temple.
I always just hope it will go away at this point…
Then the pinprick gets larger and mean, a scalpel sinking under my right eye to the center of the head.
Two things can possibly happen at this point.
The pain flares or recedes.
Yesterday it receded in the back of my head, near my hypothalamus and I just knew I was in for a fuckingly sweet ride of purgatory.
Nothing happens for some time then all hell breaks loose.
Hot wires start searing me from the back directly to the front, at this point I don’t see straight anymore, the pain blooms continuosly and my ears whistle while I feel all the little canals closing down.

There is no pause button for this and painkillers have no effect.
I can only endure this chinese torture with gritted teeth.

You can’t understand true pain until you try it.



Luciano Garbati
Medusa with the head of Perseus
2008 Florence

Come to see me
You will find my
Truth in the reflection…

Come to love me
I will have you
Suffer in perfection

There are days like today.
Where I’m so fed up when I stop working in the evening.
When I just snap at little things going wrong, screaming.
I don’t have the patience to prepare my customary cup of tea before dinner nor the desire to eat, and already I skipped lunch and breakfast, like a total moron.
I’m so primitively mad I have no regrets saying ‘Fuck you!’ to the world in general.
That’s when I put my phone on hold, close the door and make a dive for the bed, punching everything I can reach.
It’s childish but harmless.
I usually get up after that for a hot bath + washing my hair.
That doesn’t really help much but I usually feel human again.
These are the days without Ti.
I can’t help it, I tried.

He’s away a lot this days and I’m deprived of my favourite ray of sunshine.
He makes me happy, he makes me angry, he knows how and has the smile of an angel.

Edit: Today is the day…💞🎉🎊

Today the old world shall be destroyed.

Tomorrow a new world will be born.

We should be ready, yes?

Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara desert says it all

It’s a miracle

All God’s creations great and small

The Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal

That’s a miracle

Test tube babies being born

Mothers, fathers dead and gone

It’s a miracle


When you go shopping and you choose with him™ in your mind: comments and….eh…well…

He’s hard to please but he has taste…😏

Fumo blu, fumo blu

Una nuvola e dentro tu…


Me & UT will come back…SOON! 😎


Quando lavori pure da un cimitero e il tuo boss (anche chiamato Ti😅) non capisce che cavolo ci sei andata a fare…

Ed i tuoi non capiscono cosa cavolo stai facendo mentre reciti il Credo…xD

“I want the moon.”
“You sure, Fräulein?”

And what happens next?
There She is…on my nightstand…

Ti, you’re the best…❤

And fly me to the moon…
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me…

Here I am, I’m the master of your destiny,
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Give me your kings, let me squeeze them in my hands,
Your puny princes
Your so-called leaders of your land,
I’ll eat them whole before I’m done,
The battle’s fought and the game is won,
I am the only one
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Move over, I said move over,
Hey, hey, hey clear the way
There’s no escape from my authority, I tell you
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
I am the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize.


Sto per finire di scrivere UT.
Ho organizzato gli ultimi punti con carta e penna stasera, sul tavolo di marmo verde di Ti mentre lui cucinava solo Dio sapeva cosa di buono.
Sono felice di essere alla fine e sapere finalmente dove Kurt, Linds e Michelle mi stanno portando.
Spero di trovare il tempo di concluderla come si deve.
E poi basta…almeno per un po’, se il topo me lo consente…😅


My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.


Big day today…
I mean up and runnin’ from 5am to 8pm is normal 😁
Well…all was still very great when this evening I sat on the Chevrolet Darling, put the key in the ignition and gave it the usual twist…
Car didn’t even rev.
Well… nothing 2 worry ‘bout, yo big baby…
Try and try….still nada, no warning lights even…
Oh shit…now I’m getting worried…
Tank was full to the brim…but looked like the gas didn’t reach the engine.
I get out of the car, kneeling to watch under with the smarthone LEDs on and…nothing was leaking.
So I try to rev it one more time and then I get it… I can’t hear the fuel pump running anymore….

Fuck, why this always happens in the middle of nowhere and when it’s raining buckets?!


Long story short, the Chevrolet Darling is still in a parking lot soaking wet under a shitty rainstorm and very much immovable while I just ditched Ti and a work dinner for the first time ever…

Luck is not at my side it seems…

Not when I had at least 30 kg worth of vintage vinyls in it….shit


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