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
An ode to the Lowly Clam.
Oi you there, clam! put that cherry tree down and walk like a thespian damn you!
How dare you promelgate that tripe at my respected audience.
Or soemthing like that.
posted by Pills the Clown @ 2:49 AM
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Trickster is an important archetype in our history. A god; yet not - The wise-fool.
If you are a mime pantomime, if you are a clow speak, if you want a blog type.
I am into crystals, the metaphysical and science
I need to meat with yyuo, i am worried about you're state of mind.
The new year is up on us, eponymous, the pony mouse, my homonym generator is failing... SPOCK - Help Me!
Phase Me Me (I I) must be put in two action.
Interface blog soonest.
Eye am grave ley dis appoint ted. we had hoped to sea some thing new, but a lass, des pite u r promises their is no thing.
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