okay...

..................shhhh, it's a secrete.

Wow. *blushes*

What are you blushing about?

ME...

Well, I'm blushing about...

Spoiler:

I KNEW IT

That was awesome!!!!! Lol. But totally useless.

Okay...

I've always wanted to do something like that, lol.

I was thoroughly amused by it!

Okay...

Now, we shall post dots for the rest of our lives.

...

No

What if the dots are our lives? Show us a path to the end.

Our lives never end, FallChild, they continue on in an infinite line. There's only even a start with things - never and end.

Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,

You were husband, you were fathers,
you were all some mothers sons,
As you drove the mighty semi one an all,
But the highway takes its vengance,
And the miles take their toll,
And now you all the names upon the wall,

Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,

Upon the wall your honored by the truckies of the land
when we gather at the truck memorial,
At Tarcutta every year we stand and bow our heads and prayer,
Remembering the mates no longer here

Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,

Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,

Okay...

A tribute to the truckies of the highways...

I....um.....didn't read it all. I'm not much for poetry.

And our lives do end, our being has to, because if we go on forever, then what would be the point.

Just show some respect, fall... -.-

If there are no trucks in Australia, Australia would stop...

If our lives had an end, there would be no point of a start.

This poem explains my views on life perfectly:

Mingling, merging and creating,
As the Yin and Yang clash to stay apart,
Yet always stay together-
Moulding life itself and a soul yonder.
Like the ethereal dark and light,
The power and passion,
Fear and bravery,
Life itself,
Death itself.
And a soul yonder.

I am disgusted...

Cpt.Nemo wrote:

Just show some respect, fall... -.-

If there are no trucks in Australia, Australia would stop...

If Australia would not work without trucks, how come when Australia was in an era with hardly any technology - they survived quite fine?

Okay, I will test your facts, How to food get to people?