Clown Zeroes In On Theories Of Emotional Twistedness
My head is overloaded
Cats claw at my skin
I'm dehydrated
All the flags are waving, sirens fill the din
And I've got the shakes again
Through a boozy fog I see
It's emotions that are killing me
A forgotten whisper on my lips
Make it stop
Let me out
I'm standing on the corner with a balloon dog in my hand
Hands shake the feeling from my finger tips
Being and nothingness spiral crazily
The gun's still warm and the fear comes on
What is life but a reprieve from death?
If I can't blame you, who can I blame?
- Litotes The Clown
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Labels: black dog, clown, drinking, evil clown, madness, poetry, post modern, sweet oblivion
6Comments:
Good to see that you're writing again. It means you're finally able to admit masturbation is not technically a "creative" outlet.
You are not present.
I don't know where you are.
Evil clowns disconnected from clock time.
Return to it again and again.
Nice to know that murder isn't the only artistic outlet :) Keep it up.
There's a lot more than just a smiling, painted face, people just don't know yet.
Love/Hate your evil clown picture gallery... Creepy clown paintings!
Absurdly yours,
Guildencrantz Woodcock
When are we going to see more evil clown pictures?
y'all
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