The hats are a jazzy quick fix for hair loss and the dread milquetoast oldster look people get at middle age, like a dunning letter against aesthetics.
With that itch stratched, I 'm thinking about white dress shirts. There is a company that sells them in eight packs, at the lowest price on the market per unit. This is the same principle as the swat caps. I need to cover sartorial needs once and for all. Soon, I will have enough swat caps to cover the bald spot on the back of my head, until natural causes, misadventure or apocolypse ends need for duds. Will be doing the same thing with blue jeans, but not right away. I'm still working on accessories. Doubt I will have to buy another neck tie.
Anyway, the goal is to establish a simple wardrobe, then never shop for clothing, of any kind, again. Though still mortal, I seek shopping death. I am killing the need to buy duds. But by degrees. Death by smart shopping.
skinny jeans are desperate
It's like the hospice patient who keeps yelling, "don't turn off the light. I'll die if you turn off the light."For some reason, nurses often flick off the over head bulb, and the patient buys the business. Too bad. It was inevitable. But he or she might have hung in an hour longer.
It's that pathetic when people wear their 'skinny' jeans, like they won't begin gaining weight, as long as they wear the magic pants.
I'll lead, I'm strong, I've been through this. Hold my hand if you feel queezy. Size thirty. Soon as I pull them off, it feels like gobs of fat are traveling from the Milky Way to my ass.
Soon, I'm prepared to
outfit a band of stooges with dark, frightening beanies. It's the era of self-appointment. Free range brown shirt action. I've decided to be a culture nazi.I'm building a puppet theater.
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