Beard and mustache: soul patch beard

Kuto’s life no. 725

Post date October 8, 2022

The sun was setting in the sky

The sun was setting in the sky, casting a beautiful orange hue over the land. Kuto sat on a hill, watching as the last rays of light disappeared behind the horizon. He sighed, feeling at peace with himself and the world around him.

As he watched the darkness engulf the land, he thought about his life and how it had been filled with so much laughter. He remembered growing up in Burundi, surrounded by his large family who always seemed to be laughing and joking around. Even though they didn’t have much money, they were always happy and content with what they had.

Kuto’s hair was one of his most prized possessions. It was a big afro that bounced when he walked and shone in the sunlight. His hair was medium grey and it contrasted sharply with his dark skin tone. He often joked that his afro made him look like a cloud floating around on a sunny day.

He also had a soul patch beard that framed his face perfectly. And to top it all off, he had a gold earring in his left lobe that glittered whenever he moved his head just right. All of these things made Kuto unique and special to those who knew him best.

Tonight, Kuto was wearing a black shirt that hugged his muscular frame nicely

Kuto’s life no. 877

Post date September 12, 2022

Kuto was born in Croatia to a family of mythological beings. His parents were both anger deities

Kuto was born in Croatia to a family of mythological beings. His parents were both anger deities, and they often fought with each other. As a result, Kuto grew up filled with rage. He had a buzz haircut and dark brown hair that matched his angry demeanor. He wore round white sunglasses and sported a soul patch beard. Kuto always seemed ready for a fight, wearing a black bomber jacket even when it wasn’t necessary.

One day, Kuto’s parents had an argument that turned violent. They began throwing furniture at each other and soon the whole house was in chaos. In the midst of the destruction, Kuto’s father accidentally killed his mother with a piece of flying debris. Enraged, Kuto went after his father with all the fury he could muster but was ultimately unsuccessful in killing him too. His father fled from Croatia and has not been seen since then

Kuto’s life no. 239

Post date September 7, 2022

Kuto awoke with a start. He was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding. He looked around

Kuto awoke with a start. He was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding. He looked around, confused for a moment, before realizing he was in his bed in Somalia. Kuto let out a sigh of relief and tried to calm himself down. It was just a dream, he told himself. But try as he might, he could not shake the feeling of unease that had come over him.

Kuto got up and walked to the window, peering out into the street below. It was quiet at this time of night, but Kuto knew that danger could be lurking anywhere. He had seen too many people killed or wounded in this country; it seemed like death was always waiting just around the corner.

Suddenly, Kuto heard shouting from outside. His heart leapt into his throat and he quickly ducked down below the windowsill, out of sight. Peeking through a crack in the curtains, he saw two men arguing with each other in the street below

Kuto’s life no. 932

Post date September 5, 2022

Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. It was a beautiful day

Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. It was a beautiful day, but Kuto couldn’t enjoy it. He was too wrapped up in his own sadness. All he could think about was how unfair life seemed to be.

Kuto had always been dealt a difficult hand in life. He was born into a poor family in the Republic of Korea and never had much growing up. Even now as an adult, Kuto struggled to make ends meet. To make matters worse, his wife had recently passed away, leaving him completely alone in the world.

The only thing that gave Kuto any joy anymore was his pompadour haircut. He took great pride in his appearance and spent hours each day styling his hair just so. It brought him some small measure of happiness to know that he looked good, even if everything else in his life felt like it was falling apart

Kuto’s life no. 85

Post date September 2, 2022

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but it seemed like he could never quite fit in with the other kids at school. Maybe it was because his hair was a weird honey blonde color, or because he always insisted on wearing his dad’s old fedora hat. Whatever the reason, Kuto always felt like he didn’t belong.

So when Kuto’s family announced they were moving to Spain, he was both excited and nervous. Excited to finally be somewhere new, where maybe people would accept him for who he is; but also nervous about leaving everything and everyone he knew behind.

As it turned out, Kuto needn’t have worried. The minute he stepped off the plane in Madrid, he felt like he belonged. Maybe it was the warmth of the Spanish sun that immediately made him feel at home, or maybe it was just something in the air. Either way, Kuto knew this was going to be his new home sweet home.

One of the first things Kuto noticed about Spain were all the different fashion styles on display everywhere you looked. Bright colors and bold prints were everywhere, and people weren’t afraid to experiment with their look – something that Kuto loved instantly! He quickly began incorporating some of these Spanish style into his own wardrobe (much to his mom’s horror), adding a soul patch beard and swapping out his black bomber jacket for a bright red poncho . Finally feeling like himself , Kuto threw himself into exploring every inch of Madrid… and loving every minute of it!