I wish I had a choice; there must be another way…
There isn’t, life is like the bits of shaving cream that’s still there after you are done, equal parts of white lather and tiny pieces of hair. It all gets flushed at the end.
What does it matter? Life? Live it or lump it.
Shaving cream? Thats an analogy I've not come across...:)
But it seems quite appropriate. I congratulate you. Analogies are hard to make. Or maybe I just suck at them. Jaundiced eyes and all...
I ramble. But I may be excused. I'm finally unfettered.
:D
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