“In full knowledge of impending doom the excesses become increasingly bizarre.” Tinto Brass.
Your average Italian is one stricken with foolish bravado. An ego passed down, and eagerly adorned with little in the way of justification or explanation. Like a trust fund child on main street with a platinum credit card in her left hand and a flopping tit in her right. Above the law and full of drugs I could only dream of at 3am on this dull Monday night nearing the last sip of this tall can of Old Milwaukee.
That italian fiend, so commonly in love with it’s “roots” as to become oblivious to the fact that it is simply one in a row of withered weeds growing off in the distant shadow of the great rotting decaying tree of deceit and lies it calls its golden heritage. The sun has set my Nimrod friend. The devils can hide in the burning fires of the light. But in the dark the reptile spawn will shine and smoke like a doberman orgy fueled by lightning. Tits like Halley’s comet, Puss like lakes of fire and dicks like Tesla Coils from hell…No cover under the extending Universe tonight old chum. Take heed, the stomach of the shark is your destiny, it is what you deserve.
But sometimes a golden creature looms out of the ash stained mist. A true visionary. Of course, I speak of Tinto Brass. The famed Italian director. Creator of such legendary titles as: Do It!, The Artful Penetration of Barbara and Nunsploitation.
Pay no heed to my prejudice and wallow in Tinto’s wisdom.
“A face can lie, a derriére cannot …A face can be painted over with make-up, conceal its age or impurities; a mouth can spew cruel lies. A butt is definitely more honest than that.”
They call him Tinto Ass.
