Today is the beginning.
Today I have decided to let my
Particularly Shit Moustache grow. Today, as I was shaving, after four days of
being free of the Blade, I relented from removing the strands—the straggling
blonde hairs striving, it seems, for the light—that constitute my Particularly
Shit Moustache. Today I peered upon my Particularly Shit Moustache and felt a
guarded pride, like a father who is delighted at witnessing the birth of his child,
but also anxious about how alien this child looks … Could I have helped
create that? Could it be that I am not actually its father? Do I
need a paternity test?
After I shaved, I looked upon my
Particularly Shit Moustache. It was Particularly Shit.
It is Particularly Shit.
Today, I wondered what adventures
me and my Particularly Shit Moustache might get up to. It is currently mute on
the topic. I am sure it will open up over time, as more struggling hairs arrive
to give it the illusion of substance.
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