facial hair metamorphesis...

OK, so I did something rash tonight. I must say that though this move is definitely going to please most everyone, I did not do it due to popular demand. I only did it because I thought it was time to do it and because I had no real direction with the way my facial hair structure was going anyway.

Yes, I shaved off my wild burns and cleaned up my jaw line and left only a very short and completely normal Goat. No one will ever look at me and think that I am being an individual. They will now think of me just like they think of everyone else: someone with no real unique personality but enough of a personality to follow the Go-Tee (spelling anyone) mass trend.. and gosh, what a sexy jaw line he has. I know, that's what you all are thinking about, how sexy I will look like now. I'm here for your pleasure ladies.

Dog Gone: A Poem by Brian Mounts

Dog Gone

A dog had a bone and jogged alone as I ran 'round the town and bound around with thoughts that bore down and dragged me down to the ground and ate at my every thought about the stout fog that masked the dog that moaned at home alone.

Attah boy, proud and true, friend to the friend that sometimes loved you on days and nights that bend and sway they say not all can be this way but loud and blue I moan for you as if the thought could mend the fog of the friend I held so true.

Around the town I see your face pacing me from the gates reminding me of memories past and fast I sense my own disgrace of times of then when we were ten with you to go but with a frown I strayed away locking you away to stay in a box in a distant place.

And now your gone like that your gone never heard your swan song and even though the word is true I can't think what I will do 'cause in the end you lose a friend one you knew would be leaving you you can't help but wonder what went wrong what caused the fog that masked the love for the dog I had so long.