I have, as of late, lost all my mirth... NO WAIT, there it is, in the kitchen sink next to the smelly rag and the spilled lsd. I find myself experiencing and perceiving revolutions. Cracking beliefs left, right and center, with hope oozing through the nascent seams. Stasis is worse than death. The visitations are here to save you. Often they bare the painted visage. The solution is to learn freedom from self. Look to the clowns.
Salutations to Ganeesha
If it weren't for olives in martinis, I'd never fit in my clown shoes.
Neither would these clowns:
Litotes
Pentwhistle
Lunatics both and worth the livid peruse.
Have been to busy trying to convince children to convince their parents to buy them poison, to blog. I resolve to address this most aggregious lapse.
posted by Pills the Clown @ 8:33 PM
1 Comments:
It is good that you are making an effort comrade, but I must extort you to greater acts of sacrifice.
Our blitzkrieg upon the blogsphere is well underway, and the precious info is flowing, we must now begin to focus more of your mien [mien n.: Bearing or manner, especially as it reveals an inner state of mind: “He was a Vietnam veteran with a haunted mien” (James Traub). An appearance or aspect.] upon the planned reconstruction of our homeland.
We have many issues to discuss.
Do not be afraid. Cruelty is mixed with tenderness.
Litotes The Clown
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