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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Evil Clown Gang Bang

Sadcore American Folk Artist Opts For A Technical Degree

Study gist:

To comprehend current criminal gangs Evil Clowns will need to garner greater powers of discernment to systematize and implement these basic techniques along with a comprehensive analysis of police, intelligence services, paramilitary forces and other competing commercial concerns.

As well as studying and practising theoretical and practical criminal gang behaviour, deviance and business models, the Evil Clowns will also play both sides of the fences by practising surveillance, counter surveillance, intelligence and counter intelligence.

Your final project will be either:

Creation of a new street level gang
Working criminal syndicate
Gang infiltration for anti-gang agencies
Gang infiltration for a competing gang

Advanced projects include:

Middle-clown or go-between
Double, triple agent or higher
Turning a gang or syndicate legit

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Litotes has no idea who created this tasteless animation, but I found it here: randompeople.org/mdowned.gif

Sigh.

Evil Clown

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Oh My Dog It Is Happening Again

Success Is The Sum Of Small Efforts, Repeated Over And Over Again

Platitudes And Bromides – Acrylic On Paper

You are more important than your problems

What is evil?

See things as you would have them be instead of as they are

What is murder?

You win when you aren't afraid to lose

What is War?

Happiness does not come from doing easy work

We have never lost a war

Everything is possible when you believe it's possible

The French have nothing to teach us

You must act on your dreams

A shot that shook the world

People with goals succeed

Depravity

It comes from the reserves of your mind

Lunacy

Successful action has cumulative results

Execution

There is always a good side

At 71 Eddie Adams died

Photograph, Pulitzer Prize - 1968
South Vietnamese Colonel executing a communist North Vietnamese Vietcong prisoner in a Saigon street

Your life will always be to a large extent what you make of it

Summary justice

You really can live your dreams

Orgy of death

You have to make your own opportunities

Shameful

There is no easy road to anything

Heroic

Overcoming obstacles is the price of success

Pride

It gives you the ability to rise above reality

Chaos

Courage gives you the power to face your difficulties

Evil Clown

One should always keep an open mind, but not so open that one's brains fall out

- Bertrand Russell

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Litotes The Clown Monkey Dream

Evil Little Monkey Impersonator

Negotiation Time : Acrylic On Paper

There are little monkeys all over the place, tiny ones, like spider or green monkeys. They can sit on your shoulder. They seem friendly, but keep their distance.

It's hard to keep track of them all as they jump around chattering at each other amiably.

It's a big, if gloomy, enclosure; ropes, trunks, simulated trees and a few toys. It's just blackness above, with no sign of a door. But there's no hurry.

Their friendly play is everything we go to the zoo for.

The monkeys freeze. Screaming, they run around ricocheting off the rocks, couches, trees and walls. But they can't leave. Something has gotten in with them.

A predator. Is it him? The howling and frenzy increases and I check over my clothes to see if I'm wearing anything that might be wrong.

Impossibly fast it bounces around like a rocketing rubber ball. The concaphony and fear are intense. I chases it around and try to stop it or distract it from the monkeys, but it is small, low and fast.

Off a particularly rubbery wall rebound, it attaches itself to my leg. There is no sensation of impact, only the wrap-around grip. It looks up at me and grins.

Nausea, revulsion and fear are only words.

Desperate shaking becomes frantic kicking, becomes wild unbalancing spasms. The grinning monkey is unmoved. With slow deliberateness it sticks it's ass out, then thrusts its hips forward and begins humping my leg.

The howling of the others has become a distant wall of sound compared to my breathing and struggles. They are gone; hidden or immobile to the point of invisibility. It doesn't matter anymore. They don't matter anymore. I have to get it off.

It gathers steam like a lascivious locomotive, the movements oddly mechanical, a machine cranking itself over in fits and jerky starts. Penetrating my leg with an organic and bloody squish squish.

Nothing will shake it loose or knock it off; my hands, leg, the ground or useless bits of woods and debris.

Its going at my leg in a frantic rhythm now. It licks and bites my thigh and looks up at me with raised brows on a quizzical and bloody face.

My screaming is a constant siren.

The world is a blur of thrashing background and monkey howls.

At every thrust the pen is getting longer. I feel it under my skin. It turns metallic, the claws and teeth are bloody and deep, the pain sears through my body overtaking all other torments.

I beat at its head ineffectually with a stick, cutting and bruising my leg. I want to cut it off.

The monkey face is a paper mask. Behind it, a tiny human face begins to sweat through, a look of gleeful, spasming eyes in an unending fit of ecstasy. The needle pistons higher, about to enter my body.

Rolling on the ground over rocks, desperate and on fire.

Thrashing and sweating I awake and rub my leg, I run my hands through my hair. I find the light and rub my leg again.

Time to go to work.

Evil Clown

I went looking for clowns and found only the evil apes of their ideas
- The Clown who was Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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International Violence Some Sort Of Unresolved Freudian Thing

Shopping slash to do or is it ta da?

Marshal for war

Troops of horsemen

Columned soldiers

Fleets of ships

The foulest splendor the harsh earth can belch up

Rewrite Sappho the clown


In Death evil clowns are left to lie
And no one will remember them

At all

In all the days yet to come
They have had no share of wine or roses
From this world their ghosts expelled
Roam amoung the broken and strengthless dead
In Hell they will be ignored

Evil Clown

If you can't think of anything funny to say - show you're nuts.

- Litotes The Clown

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Shenyang Clown Incident

I Don't Understand The Younger Generation

All loyal facilities in Shenyang, China have banned the Clown Fable after some students threatened friends and teachers by altering paper stationery to look like a Death Threat and marking the names of people they loathed on it.

It has been proclaimed a poisonous thrall upon the soul, creating wicked hearted clowns.

Simple minds simple Rules

- The evil clown whose name is here-in written shall die

- It don't count if you don't have the clown's face seared into your mind - so they's don't get no clown by miss take

- 40 secs GO. How you write it - it will happen. BTW: average HS typing speed is about 35-55 words per minute. If you set it down longhand, cursive writing (not what you think) is to be expected

- If no particular or particularly grusome manner of death is described in hideous detail the clown will die of one of: cancer, heart attack, cancer, suicide, car accident, cancer, collateral damage, accidental gardening accident, choke to death on someone(')s unfinger-printable vomit, cancer, car bomb, tax reasons or convenient random act of evil (pay it forward)

- After labeling the cause of death, the horrific minutia should be excruciatingly detailed within in the next 400 seconds

Visit Evil Clown

A cautious young fellow named Lodge
Had seatbelts installed in his Dodge.
When his date was strapped in
He committed a sin
Without even leaving the garage.

That's clever, isn't it?

- Blood
A Boy and His Dog (1975)

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