well, tomorrow marks the last day that i shall don the stache, at least for now. However, even though i will regain my truly dashing good looks a solemn frown shall replace the once pseudo flavor savor. from what i hear, moustachuary failed because of a secret intruder known only as: the beard. this beard is an elusive yet comforting fuck indeed. he even includes what might be known as a moustache but just as yves klein refuses to use two colors i refuse to use two facial hair attires. it is not the juxtaposition of lip, chin, and cheek hair that we were going for friends; it was an exhibition of style and prowess that can only be achieved by this roughneck facial accessory. i think the infiltration took place because of a flaw on my part. as machiavelli says a good prince cannot lead from abroad. obviously i did not heed this warning justly. i thought that i could regulate the stache proceedings from over the pond but my lapse in judgment cost everyone dearly, especially the recently departed ryan little who suffered greatly by upsetting the gods with his beard heresy. I thought that the dogma was laid out perfectly, the month of the moustache; however, i was gravely mistaken. i am sorry to all who have suffered. (and all who wussed out like little bitches)
on a lighter note, my plimsoles came. if you look closely you can see the dry blood stains. ebay doesn't tell you where the shoes came from but they say they were made in india by inspection of the inner lining. this leads me to believe that some poor man was killed for these shoes. these shoes have more street cred than anything i have ever owned. now that the era of the stache is over i think i might talk about interesting shoes, or at least till something else of interest presents itself.
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