here we are, after about a year.
What has changed? Everything, or maybe nothing.
I passed the fateful threshold of 30, working like crazy (thank goodness), I am always pissed off like a crocodile spotted, but maybe I'm finally learning a great lesson in life: Just fuck the people's free!
The frustration we all know, is an ugly beast, but on the other hand it is a company, while unwelcome but unavoidable. Especially if you live in Italy if you have more or less young, if you're poor, if you're a fag and if you are atheist and left.
And given the above conditions, the frustration is just inevitable. So, Taca music!
You, Mrs. furs that drive your SUV in the center of the truck as if it were mil'ano all'Esselunga (because the coop is too proletarian for you): FUCK YOU!
You, career man in his fifties, who do not know shit, you know you do not know shit, but hit six of ass "arrived" in a position of power, and take advantage of it to plunder your cocks for you on the skin of others: FUCK!
You, freelance filthy rich to the sound of an undeclared, you do not insist on invoices, not to pay taxes and I propose "150 under the bill, 100 without "FUCK!
Tu, a young employee of a communications agency, which I talk about event planning, the concept of mission, of feeling, and I missed the subjunctive: FUCK!
You, Bocconi Daddy's boy, that if by accident you happen to work two hours of your life you would at least rubella, but nevertheless the work of others papal: FUCK!
You, frequenter of queer community, that you feel cool / Engineer / unattainable, but that in six months you will collapse like the monuments of Pompeii: FUCK!
You, Mayor mil'ano, president of the province, the region's governor, who spend my money away from Rome thieving, "and you forget to plug the holes in the streets making me spend 300 € for tires: FUCK!
You, Minister of Education, you do a crap knowing reform to make a crap: FUCK!
You, Minister 'economy, instead of reforming the world of work, we content to continue to squeeze it, causing a person to assume costs for companies too, and could grant your little friends: FUCK!
You, absolute ruler of a foreign state, to continue to babble bullshit about how man should behave, and could cover the worst filth of your employees: FUCK!
And finally you, a translator / project manager who work 11 hours a day, you can not get rid of the slime of your life: FUCK!
Any reference to events, people, places and real functions is almost completely random
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