WELCOME TO THE CARNIVALE FREAKSHOW! CHRISTENED AS A CLOWN:I BID YOU TO WITNESS THE WORLD THROUGH MY FIGURATIVE PERPETUAL VOUYERISMS.TRAVERSE ABOARD MY CAROUSEL OF SUBLIME PAIN. HITCH ONTO MY NOT SO MERRY-GO-ROUND! I IMPLORE YOU TO LOOK PAST MY RANCID INTERJECTIONS; MOREOVER, ILLUSTRATE EMPATHY TOWARDS MY DEMENTED SENSIBILITY.DROWN THROUGH MY PAGES WRITTEN AND DRENCHED WITH LIQUID CHEMISTRY.ENTER MY SOUL'S SOLILOQUY...AND TAKE PLEASURE!
left for the circus at 2:44 PM
No original thought surges through me. I am the spawn of any great writer whose words I've read on the pages of books I've befriended. I am the product of any great playwright whose realized dreams I've the privilege to envision. I am humbly a blank canvas envying the art painted by the palettes and horse hairs of the great painters. I am the child of the dogmas of the great philosophers and sages. I am merely a marrionette being played by God's unfathomable humour. I defy the monsoon; never minding if I fall and falter. Quill darts, I arm myself in battling Surrealisms' sick twisted reality. My vernaculars are raw and unrefined like my sick sad soul. Fellow nomads and scribes silhoutte me in my infinite traverse as I unlock lifes mysteries with shoelaces untied. Im in perpetual jubilant angst, that's why my mouth spews incessant profanities and cosmic perversions. I have a mind that is just as deep and dark as the trenches in the oceans. The blackest pits in my mind still a void, an unchartered terrain waiting exploration. I'm fucking complex; a lot of times even I confuse myself! So who am I...?
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