Or, for whom does history bleed?
I like being able to utilize the "whom"
Think about this: definitions can only belong to the definers and certainly not to the defined.
Did you think about it?
I'll give you a little more time
Imagine your mustache was narrow. Well, first imagine having a mustache in the first place. Almost unbelievable that there was a time when mustaches were fashionable. No, they are not fashionable now, as hard as hipsters (and Greek women) might try. They simply look awkward upon a backdrop of non-sweatshop-made basic t-shirts and wayfarer sunglasses (really, enough with those, please, I beg of you). A proper mustache requires a fair bit of maintenance. Daily maintenance I would assume. The appearance of any budding hairs outside the confines of the mustache could greatly alter the impact the mustache has on any casual on-lookers and especially on mustache aficionados. I wonder what is more difficult: growing and maintaining a narrow mustache or enduring four years of struggle against lies, stupidity, and cowardice.
Or, enduring forty-six years of lies, stupidity, and cowardice.
Cat burglars, stealing the lives of mice.
Defining their lives.
Stealing their tails.
Burning their tails.
Whipping them with their own tails.
Owning everything they are when the only thing they are is what you define them as.
