violently

Oh god, did you eat all that acid?

Ok no forreal though, my original thought was going to be "oh god I have terrible insomnia and I don't know what to do with myself."

My eyes burn and I wish I could sleep. Also my arm itches like you would not believe. Actually most of you would. Maybe I should go back to the gym for the third time today.

Sigh.

Here's a story, with love from me to you.

tortured elephant

Billy was a circus clown. He had red hair and a ball nose. He danced around with a painted grin and performed nightly with trained piss n shit dogs. Occasionally Billy would have the urge to feed them to the tiger. Occasionally Billy had the urge to feed himself to the tiger.

Some days Billy didn't want to perform. Billy didn't feel like smiling. Billy didn't feel like dancing. But Billy was no longer human and didn't have a choice. Billy was a trained chimpanzee working for the owner of the Circus, who incidentally looked like KoKo, the first ape to speak through sign language. This was not surprising for some reason.

On nights like this Billy would paint his grin extra big, and extra red, and he would try to force himself to be extra happy. Billy hadn't smiled a real smile in years. On nights like these, children would cry.

Soon these nights became the norm. Children were taken away crying and screaming, and only then would Billy halfway enjoy his job. His eyes would gleam dully behind his painted face.

Eventually Billy was fired and he went to where all lost clowns go. The DMV.

And that was the story of Billy.