for the love of the mo

this is an email about the very fabric of contemporary life. this is the story of a mo. a classic-magnum-pi-style mo. a real mo. none of this handlebar-mo bullshit. a proud mo. a non-conformist mo. a mo that can’t be bought. a mo that just is.

this is a true story.

i joined a movember team. i soon found out that this was a mistake. my motives for joining were purist. i’m mo sellout. my mo can’t be bought. but it can be judged. apparently. by financial gain. by whoring itself around for sponsorship. my mo is no good because i have exactly zero in sponsorship.

old man look at my life
24 and there’s so much more
live alone in a paradise
that makes me think of two

i’ve been judged by the other virgin-mo-wearers in my team. handlebar-mo-wearers. handlebars. what the fuck is that shit? that’s not a mo. it’s bullshit. all gloss. all fluorescent lighting. low quality stylized bullshit.

i’ve been judged by stylized people driving in their stylized cars through their stylized cities to their stylized work places wearing stylized mo’s. stylized mo’s which, just like their stylized-corporate-lehman-brother-type-employers, lack substance. pure façade.

love lost such a cost
give me things that don’t get lost
like a coin that won’t get tossed
rolling home to you

mo growing today, much like the music industry it seems, has become pure masturbation. selfish pleasure. mo growing was never about the money, the looks, the celebrity. it was always about something deeper. about soul. about free love. young love. about connecting. being one with god. blowing with the wind. flowing with the river. swaying with the trees. rolling with the hills. for the love of the mo.

and another thing. when the fuck did it become a mo? it’s a fuckin tash. more bullshit rebranding. lets package up a turd and sell it as a chocolate log. just add marshmallow. as long as it looks good. they’ll never know.

lullabies look in your eyes
run around the same old town
doesn’t mean that much to me
to mean that much to you

anyway. so it’s time for action friends. it’s time to save your souls. eat only fruit that has fallen from the tree of truth. drink only from the fountain of eternal wisdom. or peppermint tea laced with honey. do nothing to attract attention. feed some birds. click on the link below:

https://www.movember.com/uk/donate/donate-details.php?rego=1754271&country=uk

i don’t want money. i refuse to be a whore. i just need names. some proof that there is still some good in the world. unfortunately min donation is gbp1. go for min. goddamn all charities. except small independent ones.

i’ve been first and last
look at how the time goes past
but i’m all alone at last
rolling home to you

for tash pics please see:

http://au.movember.com/mospace/1729896