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I love English, it’s like writing music, I guess. In fact many of the words became words out of natural sounds, so words and music seem to match what makes it an enjoyable experience far beyond any imperialist controversy. However I dislike some insect’s names, dragonfly, firefly, caterpillar, they have a more beautiful counterpart in Spanish.
Speaking about beauty, beauty of images can be found on Instagram, that piece of shit, egocentrism container where you can’t find a linkeable gateway to real world or alternate point of view. And you don’t want to. Posing with a flower makes a difference, turns you desirable and nobody will ask you whether you are in your mother’s garden. So we can meet there anytime and share the shelter, while it’s online.