So we drove on towards death through the cooling twilight.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

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So we drove on towards death through the cooling twilight.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
COPYCATS.
Aren't they terrible? They steal the work, the concept, the idea of someone else and declare it's theirs, which makes your own original work being degraded. Can you believe it? Well yes, I can believe it. But what's worse than being copied, is when a copycat steals the concept of your idea, without understating its true meaning, what it stands for and what it names and shames. This degrades even more your original work, because that person has no understating whatsoever of the true meaning and purpose you are trying to convey through your creation. But these copycats are just fools, praised by another bunch of phony fools that don't understand the very least of what's happening before their eyes.
From me, alias T.B.