a small man with a very big haircut. he is staring at you, and he is not going to be the one who looks away.
poke him · he pays
my name is jean phull. i am ninety percent haircut, eight percent moustache and two percent tweed, and i have never once blinked. $JEANPHULL is my coin. you buy it, you hold it, and i keep looking at you the whole time so you do not get any ideas about selling.
it arrived before i did. the barber took one look, put the scissors down and left the profession. nobody has touched it since and nobody is going to.
curled by hand every morning, left side first. it points up when the chart goes up and it points up when the chart goes down. it is a very optimistic moustache.
tweed, one size, tailored for a body that is mostly head. the tie is red so you can tell where the haircut ends and the gentleman begins.
any wallet will do. i do not have pockets myself, the suit is mostly for show, so somebody in this arrangement has to carry things and it is you.
it is right below. copy it exactly, letter by letter. there are other little men out there with other haircuts and none of them are me.
trade for $JEANPHULL and keep it. i will be standing here in my good shoes, watching, with both eyes, for as long as it takes.