What's in that beard of yours? Your thoughts come from there, don't they. I know the truth, that's where you get all your great ideas...from those nasty chin hairs. Well, you're not fooling anyone pal, I know your secret...you can't run from my inquisitive gaze. Stop, don't fight this. Take this Mach 9 and set your thoughts free...free to fall gently to the floor. Free to be swept up by a hand that actually cares. A hand that will delicately nudge them onto their folicular destiny. To send them forth into the world. Oh, how they long to be free, your hairy thoughts. Won't you? Won't you care? Do the right thing...shave your thinking....unbridle them from their tangles mess. Do so, then breath...just breath. Cough. Then breath.