Inconclusion, I type. To drown out the sound of drums every time I make a witty. But really, typing to a beat gives rise to a different brand of writing for me. Whereas I liked sounds and visuals (mostly visuals), to type to a beat is…musical…I’m no song-writer but it’s a type of genre I have as yet to accomplish so I could at least have experience in it even if I’m not good. I don’t have to be perfect at everything -but I try…maybe. There’s no trying only doing. And everything exists and so I’m not really stealing any ideas when I write. That is until someone through nitpicking or sheer spite finds evidence of plagiarism in which case: slow clap, congratulations you have no other purpose in life than to make others miserable. Sure, it’s a purpose but it’s not that difficult to aspire to, no? I should’ve also used ‘purloining’ instead of stealing because I like that word even if it’s a slightly different context. Purloin sounds more food-related and ‘pur’ is simply pleasing. Lackada...
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