Everything Is Perfectly Correctly Wrong

Evil Evil Clown is slowly going blind again in cube farm hell.

Something in these lights and photocopier fluid is again driving me blind and insane.

Are we eternal or is everything else?

I am amusing myself with:

rebelious background music

drawing coworkers as clowns

I want the waker to sleep

I want the days to slide by over the scylla of my consciousness

I no longer dream of escape, only sweet oblivion

Destroy all social networking tools

Kill him, kill his family, kill his dog, no... wait... cripple his dog, but kill everyone else.

Evil Clown

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