Copy that smile,please..........

There is a new drift in her walk.Graceful as a samba dancer.
Her smile is back to winning hearts.
She now greets herself with a wink even if the mirror is an unfriendly tot.

She has finally found the way to la-La Land.

Where ads are conceived over stimulating cups of ideas.

Where stuff like washing a pig,quite literally, is the key to making good copies .

A place where life becomes a fairytale storyboard.......

I just want to write .......Dammit

"Does it always have to be a purpose that would make me write ?"
"Why can't I just write and stop thinking about how that would make me look?"

Summers,hell I can write about that obnoxious season that makes the whole world install goddamn ACs in their rooms and make the planet hotter.
Yes I am associated with Greenpeace.

Well just writing about this godforsaken season makes me sweat through my eyes.
Love could be a nice topic but when you have something in abundance you don't feel like writing about it cos that just makes the feeling commonplace.All I can say about love and my love is that they make me smile everyday ,and I should mention it's a really difficult task ,pleasing me.

So that brings us to square one.

How about dreams ?
Last night I saw the world being attacked by gigantic zombies who also doubled as aliens.They didn't kill us but forced us to go underground.And then our psychiatrists found a way to hypnotize them into making slaves to us (That's sounds like out pan-universe oligarchy). I know I disappointed you,you might have expected a little more action but blame it on the movie I watched yesterday.Vampires and witches and spirits should sound like scary no ?
But it had me in splits for a good part of the movie,even in parts where the movie makers didn't intend on making it funny.



Maybe I should just go to bed.


Will try and have an objective from tomorrow.

:(