Fortunately, one of the atoms took the form of a Smartie. The other atoms were fooled, and all tried to eat the Smartie-shaped-atom, which caused a chemical reaction - whether they liked it or not. >:)
Fortunately, he gave all writers the ability to write perfectly just like that. o.O
We'reallalittle weird. Andlife's a littleweird. Andwhen wefindsomeonewhoseweirdnessis compatiblewithours, we joinupwith them and fallin mutual weirdnessand callit love.
Fortunately none of the writers (or readers for that matter) cared, and everyone became a successful author.
We'reallalittle weird. Andlife's a littleweird. Andwhen wefindsomeonewhoseweirdnessis compatiblewithours, we joinupwith them and fallin mutual weirdnessand callit love.
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly