Have you ever stood on a beach, facing the sea, close enough to let the waves wash over your feet?
The same waves that bring in the shells and gently touch you are responsible for pulling the sand from below your feet – so that you sink deeper and deeper with every wave.
hey dat was sweet.n yea njoyin nature gives u one o d most wonderful feelings,unmatcheable!
we’re alla part o it,no?!
cheers
uh…
“Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ‘em roll away again….”
ethereally written..din know u cud do this too…
love it.
Nah, Life is like custard…
Like is like a beach until someone comes along and sticks a spoon in it.
then it’s like custard.
but it still involves sinking…
*laughing convulsively*
i should have taken a tip or two from anu.
i still dont see what life and custard have in common tho..
@ RG: that wasn actually a appreciating-nature-and-writing-sensitive-literature-thing *choke*
was it?
I repeat: Life is like custard
Ha I found this after doing a google search for ‘Life is like custard’. Let me just reaffirm my unshakeable faith in this maxim of life.
If the reason is not immediately obvious to you, then you must wait patiently for enlightenment, for I, in fact no one, can help you…
Alright, I give up. I will include the comment “//Life is like custard” in every program I write from now on.
With the exception of programs with absolutely no comments when I’m being lazy and/or proprietorial.
I have once more reached this page after a search for “Life is like custard”. I fear this page may become the online home of those who believe in the inherently custard-like nature of life.
I don’t really mind. You are welcome to establish your chapel here if you so desire.