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sharplittleteeth) wrote2008-12-01 09:29 am
sharplittleteeth) wrote2008-12-01 09:29 am
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Movember Rain
There comes a time in every man's life where he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, with a razor blade in one hand and a moustache comb in the other.
And he is forced to ask himself: what sort of man am I?
What do I believe?
Am I the sort of man who wears a muttonchop moustache?
The moustache is gone.
It left a message, before it went:
It thanked you all for your support, especially those who donated so kindly to the Movember fund.
And it urged you all not to mourn its passing. All beauty is fleeting, it said. Flowers bloom then wither. Every song comes to an end. Even the stars themselves will one day fade.
This is not cause for sorrow, but celebration. We must revel in such magnificence while it lasts, and let its memory fill our hearts with joy.
So go in peace, it concluded. Live lives of wonder.
And that is why the moustache is gone.
Also: come on. Muttonchops?
And he is forced to ask himself: what sort of man am I?
What do I believe?
Am I the sort of man who wears a muttonchop moustache?
The moustache is gone.
It left a message, before it went:
It thanked you all for your support, especially those who donated so kindly to the Movember fund.
And it urged you all not to mourn its passing. All beauty is fleeting, it said. Flowers bloom then wither. Every song comes to an end. Even the stars themselves will one day fade.
This is not cause for sorrow, but celebration. We must revel in such magnificence while it lasts, and let its memory fill our hearts with joy.
So go in peace, it concluded. Live lives of wonder.
And that is why the moustache is gone.
Also: come on. Muttonchops?