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When a poem has no music, it’s prose. I don’t care how you chop up the lines. — Sam Hamill

my american sentences

At beauty school, one training head looks like Jesus, another like Cher.

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3 Responses

  1. DJ Vorreyer says:

    This is probably one of the coloest sentences I have ever seen.

  2. DJ Vorreyer says:

    Sorry – coolest – I can’t read what I am typing the way this box shows up in my browser.

  3. Dana says:

    Donna, thank you. And it’s true — all the mannequin training heads start out looking like Cher and Jesus, and then the student makes increasingly short hairstyles over a period of days or weeks before snapping on a new scalp and new facial hair. It’s pretty creepy, actually. I only know this because I tried getting my hair cut at a beauty school to save money — the results were disastrous.

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