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House of Noh!

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Did you know that I have a beard now? I’ve been working on it. I don’t mean to brag, but it’s all huge-assed and shit. But of course, you must be unaware of my beard developments, as I have spent all my time lately hidden behind my apartment door, peering out the peephole at the antics of my neighbors who stage elaborate and dramatic, drawn-out performances in the hall, seemingly for no other purpose than my benefit and entertainment. As a gentleman, I’d like to do the gentlemanly thing and courteously introduce you to my beard. In order to do so properly, I’ve written this poem about it for you. It’s about the power of one vote, certain moral issues surrounding the colonization of space, Summer coming to an end, oh, and my beard too - it’s also about my beard. With all your follicles and crap, You remind me of a pissed off octopus… With a beard… And an eye patch… But an octopus that I would never accuse of being a pirate, and only discuss legitimate sea merchant business with, Lest that octopus pirate, Rake me violently with the hook covering his missing tentacle, An act to which I might possibly lose a testicle, And it’s not like I’ve got a lot of testicles to start with, In any case, no more than two. You’re a little bit itchy and irritating sometimes, And I don’t know why I don’t cut you off, Except that then I’d have to clean up, All that hair. And you know that’d never happen, So then there’d just be, like, this huge mess in my bathroom forever. Also, you’re sorta like pubic hair, Growing out of my face, But coarser, And also with a hint of red (which I think is from the Scot in me). On this rainy day.

Brian 4:14 AM

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