I decided to sport a beard.
The more it grew the less convinced
I grew. I asked my boy
for some advice.
Shaved, you look like Herman Goering.
Unkempt, a dirty old man.
Could be as close
to a poet as I might hope to get.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
the beard
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I'd keep the beard.
I've tried multiple times but can never make it past the 'driving-me-fucking-insane-itching' part, so I have a petit goatee that makes me look like a gone-to-seed Col. Sanders.
The beard. A fucking conundrum.
The itching is a bitch, alright, I finally made it to the point where it zips seamlessly over itself like velcro. An improvement. Still, I am not a fan of Hemingway. Captain Birdseye.
Do you get Findus advertising in the States ?
The Old Man and The Sea. Unlike Buk, I am not a fan. Fighting fish with machines, or the stabbing of bulls.
Still. I might as well persevere having made it this far.
Eliot reminds me that I once told him as a small child that KFC gets its flavour after Sanders falling into a vat of recipe. He believed it.
Unaware of Findus.
Never really into the macho posturing of Papa H.
Eliot may be on to something with the KFC urban myth.
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