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Wonderful beards
The notion that only biker gangs,french directors,wizards,professors,big men,women in freak shows,ugly rugby players,anyone Afrikaans, British members of parliament and bearded truck pullers is absurd. Anyone willing to wait patiently to have one has earned the right. This is somewhat done to avoid shaving as razors are torture devices blazing across the contours with a furious vengeance of hatred. Blood is of spilled between the warfare of stubborn hairs and imperialist razor blades.
To avoid such a battle between such formidable foes. A treaty is signed by the face bear to shave once every fort day to keep the. It goes without saying that maintaining the upkeep of such a treaty wears out said face bearer. The task takes precious time and leaves a cold face in the cold while cycling. The brain and hands of said face bearer reach an agreement to tear apart the peace treaty between razor and hair alike. This is a peacefully time for the hairs allowing them to flourish and grow their expanding empire.
The face bearer gets the added bonus of popularity. In bars it becomes manly and rugged looking for something heavy to lift. Younger face bearers view this as a sign of wisdom and experience. They think that this person knows whether or not the boiling soup needs salt. This person knows how to use a chainsaw and how to cut wood. This person has been places and read thousands of books. The face bearer gains even more popularity when the flourishing hairs are dyed white. A result making the person even wiser and machoier (its a word).
The person enters the elite status of being "Bearded" an honor second to the gods. They too bear beards in all their glory or should we say in all their white glory. People of earth nay the universe be proud to wear such beauty. Do not let the oppressors tell you to shave! If they do flick your precious the other way for such mortals do not understand your power. Oh such wonderful beards may you ever grow thicker to defeat the terrible razors of the mirrored room.
I am here till Thursday
To avoid such a battle between such formidable foes. A treaty is signed by the face bear to shave once every fort day to keep the. It goes without saying that maintaining the upkeep of such a treaty wears out said face bearer. The task takes precious time and leaves a cold face in the cold while cycling. The brain and hands of said face bearer reach an agreement to tear apart the peace treaty between razor and hair alike. This is a peacefully time for the hairs allowing them to flourish and grow their expanding empire.
The face bearer gets the added bonus of popularity. In bars it becomes manly and rugged looking for something heavy to lift. Younger face bearers view this as a sign of wisdom and experience. They think that this person knows whether or not the boiling soup needs salt. This person knows how to use a chainsaw and how to cut wood. This person has been places and read thousands of books. The face bearer gains even more popularity when the flourishing hairs are dyed white. A result making the person even wiser and machoier (its a word).
The person enters the elite status of being "Bearded" an honor second to the gods. They too bear beards in all their glory or should we say in all their white glory. People of earth nay the universe be proud to wear such beauty. Do not let the oppressors tell you to shave! If they do flick your precious the other way for such mortals do not understand your power. Oh such wonderful beards may you ever grow thicker to defeat the terrible razors of the mirrored room.
I am here till Thursday
Published 24th Jun 2016
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