“a Spoonful of Sugar…to Help the Medicine go down!” (guess what I am, providentially, watching on TV!
Title sounded like a philosophy is going to unravel inside but let me apologize in the prologue.
Philosophies and I share relationship that works on reciprocation and by now hilariously predictable. We both keep failing each other simultaneously.
Whenever I see a victory based on chance, my brain says “no chance” and my mind doesn’t recognize the language, it turns words into those cryptic symbols found on ancient tablets.
I always thought I’m a creative artistic soul so I’m not fit for anything remotely monotonous. Artists are impulsive and moody, art needs to happen to you, same goes with writing.
But guess what. That impulsive, creative, straight-from-mars original idea of yours need to be rigorously marketed to make a sale. Or even a free giveaway.
I don’t even believe myself writing it, because I know how I treat freebies (will get to this after 20th June)
This time my main…
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