These masks are making me crazy! After a while, they become hairy and tend to be needy of my salt and pepper beard, pulling it from my face I can feel those lonely fibers grabbing and grasping at my beard pleading, don't go! Let me stay! Like a complicated relationship, you hold on till you have to let go.
In the beginning, these masks were like life itself. Like the Michael Jackson song, Don't stop till you get enough, I collected them because I had no access to them. In the beginning, my demeanor was cautious and concerned wary of anyone who was footloose and fancy-free. These days I feel like I'm wrapped in a cocoon of hot salty breath with hints of mint that makes me a cranky man who wants to give you a swift wack with a stick with the speed of a baseball bat now that is way cranky! So I wear these masks with the intent of staying safe during what I call the "great social experiment" I do appreciate all the creativity out there from homegrown to couture, there sure has been an avalanche of different masks out there.
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