Tuesday, July 17, 2007
black fire fingers or how I learned to stop worrying and shave my beard
Sometimes you see a whale in cloud.
Sometimes your sunday school teacher makes you stare at the snow until you see jesus.
Sometimes you get in the habit of drinking coffee at night, and its sunburned black hand reaches out to you... How.
Err... I mean... How?
Anyways, I shaved my beard. What do you think?
Its sort of funny because I meant to about two months ago in south dakota with my dad on top of a mesa. Like a ritual. But, I never finished the job.
I guess I just wanted to see my face again. Maybe even get a pimple?
okay love friends,
PS: You are invited to pontificate wildly on the topic of beards and what they symbolize in our comments. It would give me such pleasure. Here's a start... HIBERNATION.