I discovered at an early age that things fall apart. And things do fall apart in a beehive. Maybe I was two or three years old. So what? Don't expect me to post nauseating dithyrambs on Twitter nor build a statue to a critic. Push me again, dear. It's just like flying. When Diamanda wanted my humble token of appreciation to be published on her [old] website, I felt immensely proud and honored. I kiss your beautiful soul, my lady!
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I don't do happiness, social housing, pets, android liberalism, pop muzak, family, fashion, the Eurovision Song Contest or interior design. I'll try to update every Sunday with topics that matters. Please, feel free to comment.