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Titolo: Pinocchiata Globale

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  The Book of Potato - The Whole of the Moon - Pinocchiata Globale
  Once you are being chiseled by society or even by a masonic master,
  you are required to fit in. Pommes frittes are very thin and many of
  them fit in. One size fits all. Japanese people sleep in their plastic
  motels like sardines. Sardines fit in. So Pinocchio is chiseled, the
  neophyte. Rules are set and all falls into `perspective'. People who
  don't fit in are `misfit' and must feel very bad: they failed the
  chiselation test; the material they've been made from was too resistant
  and unmoldable. Was it cherry tree or just cherry gloss? Good axe.
  While it is taken for granted that happy pommes frittes are crippled
  and suffering individuals, it is unclear why a whole potato would
  suffer. Occhio al pino! Do they make axes out of pinewood?
  It is in fact the 12th and last astrological house, the house of the
  rising sun, that is the trash bin and house of illumination (moksha).
  And illumination seems to threathen the zen monk even and particulary
  when as a cook he's cutting globalization. Pommes frittes becomes
  fried potatoes and Mac Donald Roshi covers the monks potato initiation.
  The Moon has been cut to pieces on monthly basis.
  That's what the Moon is for.
  `Occhio al pino' becomes `occhio alpino'. The `alp eye', primal eye
  of the Illuminati of Lara Croft. Venice again. The temple of Magdalena.
  To `pin' meaning pinpoint. ALP A = 1, L = 30, P = 80; 1 + 30 + 80 = 111
  is Aleph Lamed Phe, the liberaleph fool of the tar0t. `0cchio' stands
  for `eye', care. The eye above the Alps, the cut range. `Alpino' means
  `alpish', `alpen', from the alps. The Alps are a range dividing Vatican
  from the rest and Vatican has the swiss guard. Pinocchio is also tasty
  food like `pesto genovese', the globalization soup.
 
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(Discovery Channel): The World history must rewrite after this
discovery.
Once upon a time, many, many, many, ma 'na cifra of many years ago, at
the beginning of the initiation of the mond, there was the caos.
One day, God (God is the nome d'art of Dio), God, who was disoccupated,
had a folgorant
idea and so God created the Nutell. And God saw that the Nutell was
good, very
good, very very good, good 'na cifra. The mangiation of God was long, He
manged
one million of barattols of Nutell sfrutting the fact that God has not a
Mamm
that strills if you sbaff too much Nutell...
And after this mangiation, God invented the Water Closed Run, the cors
in the
cabinet, and some Nutell's derivates like the red bubbons, the panz, the
cellulit
and ceter, and ceter. After di which (dopodiché) he invented Adamo ed
Eva and all
the paradise and he diss to Adamo and Eva: "Now you have all the
Paradise, you can
do everything, very tutt: you have the permission to eat, to drink, to
kiss, to tromb;
nothing lavor, nothing affit, nothing concors of impiegats, nothing cod
alla post,
nothing IRPEF, ILOR. Only very ozious life: television, telenovels,
football, moviols,
process of Monday, appell of Tuesday, cassazion of Wednesday, and ceter,
and ceter.
You have gratis restaurants, cinemas, theaters, all the Paradise is
yours:
air-conditioned, autom riscaldament, moquette, parquett, tresset, bidet,
omelette, chalet, eccet, eccet.... "There's just one thing, remember, in
tutt the Paradise
just one thing absolutely prohibited. Come, come to me in the giardin:
this is
"the Nocciol", the alber of the Nutell. Only this alber of the Nutell is
prohibited,
because I like the Nutell very much, very very much, much 'na cifra and
I want all the
Nutell, tutt the Nutell for me."
During the prim temps, Adamo and Eva were very happy. Adamo said: "What
a cool!
("Cool" is not in Italian "freddo", no, "What a cool" means "Che cul")
All the Paradise
is nostr!" And everyday, ognigiorn, they discovered something new. A lot
of scoperts,
many scoperts, many many scoperts, 'na cifra di scoperts.
One day the scopert of the hot water, one day the scopert of the
spaghettis, one day
the cigarettes, and ceter, and ceter.
But one day, a trist day, a very very trist day, trist 'na cifra, Adamo
and Eva fecer
the scopert of the first colazion. And after the scopert of the
cappuccin, the scopert
of the aranch succ, the scopert of the cornetts, they understood that
something was mancant.
"Eva!" said Adamo "Don't you think that qualcos is mancant here, proprio
here, 'ncopp
this fett?" "Second me" Eva risposed "'ncopp the fett you have to metter
burr and
marmelade." "No, no Eva, you know that the marmelade schif myself. I
want 'ncopp this
fett something very particular, very very particular, particular 'na
cifra.
What do you think about the Nutell?" "No, Adamo you are scording that
the Signor said
that's vietat!" "Yes, I remember, but only a little assaggiation, don't
succed nothing!"
And Adamo sces in the cortil where the alber of the Nutell was and he
pres a small
barattol and spalmed the brown cream on the fett and assagged the
Nutell.
Adamo and Eva don't ebber the time to exprimer the godiment that the
tuons and fulmins
apparved in the ciel and one voice said:"We potevam stupir you with
special effects,
but I'm God, not Mandrake! Adamo, Eva, come here! I'm very incazz with
you, very very
incazz, incazz 'na cifra! How did you permit to tocc the Nutell? Didn't
you remember
that it was prohibited?" "Cazz!" esclamed Adamo "It was prohibited! Oh,
sorry,
God, I'm very very sorry, sorry 'na cifra, God, I really really was
completely scordat..."
"Don't do that fint tont, Adamo, I'm God, I can see everything, very
tutt, and I
know that you and the woman have deliberatament assaggiated the Nutell.
So you have
a big punhition, a very castig for your peccat. But siccom I'm
sconfinatly good, you
can choose, you have two scelts: "Scelt number 1: nothing Nutell for
ever and ever in
the secols of the secols, amen!"
"Nooo!" Eva was piagnucoling "It's a thing very tragic, very very
tragic, tragic 'na cifra!"
"Aspett!" said God "Don't be frettolous, woman... Scelt number 2: you
can take the Nutell,
no problem, let's prend, prend, but for you is the cacciation out of the
Paradise.
You will have to lavorar with the sudor of your front, you will zapp the
terr,
you'll have mal of schien and, like this don't bastass, everytime you
will mang Nutell,
the malediction of the brufols, of the mal of panch, of the cacarel will
be cadent on you."
"Alé!" esclaimed Adamo "Thank you God, thank you, we don't interess the
cacciation dal
Paradise, the important is to have the Nutell! Goodbye! Ciao, ciao!"
And so Adamo and Eva were cacciated and this original peccat and this
malediction
cadded on lor and on lor discendents, and on the discendents of the
discendents.
Infact, tutt'ogg, you can veder in the pubblicity all the ragazz that
per aver one fett
of pan and Nutell they scalan the mountains they stay in a tend al fredd
and al gel and
ceter, and ceter. But the final pensier of tutti noi is "It's meglio
faticar and soffrir
with the Nutell piuttost che the Terrestr Paradise senz this."
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 good, very
Very nice 'na cifra!
Ciao, Mauro.