Effects of the Clown Gene Completely Unpredictable.

Clown Fated to Prove Free Will

Chuckles into sleeves assail us, the Trickster Messiah is risen. What's up dock?

Do you remember the eleventh hour? When the panting was on us hard and long? When the fallen angels couldn't scratch between the ears without some offending comb smeller tweaking their protruberences. Get ready to see it all again, but this time, it will not end in a whisper. It will end in an eruption of seltzer to drown all the straight men.

Keen on scribblings.