Shores of Whispers
Equilibrium of Nonsense:
n = (∑p^3) / (x * 2T)
Where:
- n = number of coherent thoughts
- p = perplexing puns
- x = time in tea cups
- T = threshold of tolerance
Law of Ironic Attraction:
a = b = c √(nik-nak²)
When:
- a, b, c = levels of satirical wit
- nik = incessant knowledge
- nak = necessary absence of kinks
Have you heard the whispering echoes of the beach? They carry equations of the heart, wrapped in irony and a hint of sarcasm.
"I once calculated the depth of a puddle and found only existential dread reflected in my glasses," muses the sand.
Sometimes, while standing at the edge where land and liquid loiter, I ponder:
Could the tide be a metaphor for procrastination? Always lapping at the shore of deadlines, washing away the sandy castles of ambition? Perhaps.
Maybe.