| i'm a loser waitin to win |


suicide clownsdeath in the circus. sad clowns and bloody wrists. heads rolling and people cheering for the folly of death. clowns walking on spiked balls. the tight rope walk leads to the fall inot the pit of death. lions and bears eating little clown children. cannonball acts become a dance through flames because of the applaud from the auidence. the tent is black with so much blood. clowns hanging from the ceiling. deathmasks and acts shooting there heads off for a laugh. smashing glass and knifes into there heads.suicide clowns
in the midst of this. the ringmaster shows it face. and then he slits


clownimages floating around a million miles a second. high and not a winner with thoughts behind me. i have nothing butclown
pictures meant to make u cry. so i threw em away and now i'm running gunning for that last shine of hope i see timely. this world is rotten and my world is shattered. so i figured why wandering a bit biting my time until the time is right. the clown is chasing me. so i got to keep moving. but it keeps getting closer. so moving deeper into my meditiation space. candles lit and breathes are shorten to quips. i look in the mirror and it laughing at me.
telling me i'm the n
saiyello| i'm a loser waitin to win |
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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the Art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over...
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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the Art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over...
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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the Art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over...
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