-- "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T. S. Eliot
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A story in pictures:
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And now, the same story, with words:
Through hair, I dared to eat a peach--
That is, I (sort of) grew a beard.
Moustached, I looked just like a douche
And now I've shaved it off. It's weird.
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And lastly, the same story, with a quip:
I have a job interview today. The hair had to go.
And now, the same story, with words:
Through hair, I dared to eat a peach--
That is, I (sort of) grew a beard.
Moustached, I looked just like a douche
And now I've shaved it off. It's weird.
--
And lastly, the same story, with a quip:
I have a job interview today. The hair had to go.
3 comments:
I think that hair was hurting your eyesight.
Pssh...That's nothing compared to the glory mane I just shaved off.
@Daniel: Shaving has opened my eyes.
@Jack: There is no glory without photographs, my friend.
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