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My last DM on instagram

 The following text is my last message on instagram before I deleted my account on this social media.

- It was a response to a person who contacted me to promote a canadian indie singer  and she asked me  what I'm vibing with, ending her message by  "namaste" a hindu expression which mostly occurs as a salutation to a divinity in the eastern religious texts, but it's currently used as  a similar expression to "greetings to you" -


Hey! 


Thanks for texting me!


I'm Younes nickname Moorish'L from Morocco


Actually I like different styles of music including some indie works, most of my favorite singers are independent and I'm not really interseted to mainstream pop rap and RnB music especially those songs and video clips with a lot of pining up and sexual behaviours expressing superficial feelings and temporary relationships


I love songs about facts and consciousness and wisdom or those about deep feelings and pure love


I use to make rap songs (language : moroccan slang)  but now I'm into different styles of writings about topics like wisdom spirituality love and life experience including some few arabic and english poems that I wrote recently (check my blog's link in my profil description)


Music is not my only center of interest, I like sports like soccer and kick boxing and athleticism and I'm always looking for quotes and texts about wisdom and morality, also about business and trading


Plus I'm deeply interested to history, prophets stories, myths, sects, religions (especially the abrahamic ones), gnosticism and spirituality (especially islamic mysticism) which made my conviction and had a big impact on my personality and it inspires me in my writings


Greetings! 

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