Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Peter's Back 

After an evening of baking bread and dissembling holiday wreaths, I found time to remove the hair from my face. That's right, I traded "Beard" for "Bread". Feels great. Looks weird. I feel like my old self but I look like someone else. Odd how your own memory and self-image just get all mangled up by a bit of fluff growing on your skin. I think my beard is calling to me from the afterlife saying, "You miss me. We need each other. Let me back in. You know you want to." I'm already contemplating baking a beard.


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