Sunday, May 25, 2008

Clown Zeroes In On Theories Of Emotional Twistedness

My Bad ?!? The Worst Day Of My Life

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?


  • Evil Clown

  • If I can't blame you, who can I blame?
    - Litotes The Clown


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    Evil Clown Can't Sleep, Must Eat

    Evil Clowns Stalk City And Stock Freezers After Dark



    Behind This Tie

    No one knows what it is like to be the bad clown
    To be the sad clown
    The mad clown
    Behind a red nose

    Who gets what it is to be fated
    To be baited
    Forever unsated
    Baptized in lies

    I have months were I'm only lonely
    Eyes that don't gleam but are empty
    No soul can touch me
    When love is a monstrosity

    My life may feel pointless and empty
    My actions seem pithy
    But my dreams are visions
    Ethics own actuality

    Sharp voices they guide me
    Self harm nurture's me
    Necrotic impulses fulfill me
    Little hauntings sustain me

  • Evil Clown


  • Evil Clown image: we sleep, they go to work - business men of the night, mixed media on paper

    The real artist erases the line between crying and laughter.
    - Litotes The Clown


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    Friday, December 07, 2007

    Evil Clown Bites Journalist To Teach Dog Lesson

    Evil Clown, Reasons To Be An 131 - 140

    131. Turn your backside on ignorance

    132. Only by serving dark desires may I save myself from the coming conflagration

    133. 'Abomination' no longer a politically acceptable form of self-address

    134. Pushing my feelings down at work forces them out at high pressure in other places

    135. There is this very real need in society for someone whom almost anyone can look down on and ridicule; I intent to point you out

    136. The suburbs make me break out in hives

    137. To repudiate morality while laying claim to it

    138. 'Touched By An Angel' aroused me basely, but left my higher virtues hot and bothered

    139. Ripped off my face only to discover mask

    140. It's only widdershins depending upon your point of view


    The Black Dog is Back and so Is the Clown

    Clown is Back the so Is and Dog Black the

    Is The Black Clown Back and so is the Dog

    so, Is the Black Dog The Back and Clown is?

    and, is so, the.. Is The Black Clown Dog Back

    Why am I so sad?



    Truth metastasized into lurid fantasy:
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    Saturday, September 02, 2006

    Ahhh To Wake, Perchance To Live . . .

    The Return Of The Black Dog


    How shall we be at last,

    life without memory, future without past?

    By small degrees, by small indiscretions, by small betrayals.

    The agency ringing with myriad and subtle details.

    And quivering with terrible stratagems pursue.

    With embracing limbs of fleshy slumber ensue.

    Limply lay we down to repose in the soporific place.

    Our dreams to fall insensible and we deign to self efface.




    Due to circumstances beyond our control Litotes The Clown is extemporaneously unavailable.
    - Mng



  • Evil Clown


  • Emotion biased advertising has a powerful pull for women who don't want me to kill puppies.

    - Litotes The Clown

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    Friday, July 28, 2006

    Life Changing Strategies Make Me Feel Like A Hollow Clown

    This Evil Clown Drawing Was Inspired By Work

    Some days I am more suicidally depressed than others
    I like to day dream about your hands touching me

    Reading self help books make me more depressed
    I feel like a wave going under

    Numbed and one half step removed, transitory, like wind through dried grass
    I wonder only vaguely at that stillness

    The clown was handed to me from some online coloring book. I used my finicky gold and silver pens and some metallic colors, they and the highlighter don’t show up very well when scanned – it loses luminescence.

    Sometimes I think about holding pencils in front of my eyes and smashing my face into my desk.

    TGI Friday

  • Evil Clown


  • Attention Deficit Sandwich
    - Litotes The Clown

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