From the assembly of soaps I drenched my brush in awesomeness. I summoned the knife that does not spare. Joy filled my heart as I brought down the beard. Steady was my hand, I did not hesitate to cut. The thirsty blade could not taste my blood. Pride rose in the bosom of my consort: Truly, you have no equal! My face I drenched with the water that burns without mercy; the fire could not burn my skin.
September 17, 2023: Equine Greatest Hits Straightember
From the assembly of soaps I drenched my brush in awesomeness. I summoned the knife that does not spare. Joy filled my heart as I brought down the beard. Steady was my hand, I did not hesitate to cut. The thirsty blade could not taste my blood. Pride rose in the bosom of my consort: Truly, you have no equal! My face I drenched with the water that burns without mercy; the fire could not burn my skin.