clowning about

One day im just going to dissapear and leave everything behind and no one will ever see me again. where will i be? off with the circus. 

you best BELIEVE im going to become a clown. Ill juggle and make balloons and walk on ropes or whatever. and my circus boss is going to be a corrupt money hungry little fat man with a black suit and tall hat and a comically long mustache, curled at the ends with a black walking stick and a fancy golden ring of a lion or something. and ill be bald. 

i would cut my tits off because no one can know me as a man or a woman, just a clown. and also i will NOT deal with a bra while im clowning off. and id wear super white facepaint with a huge red grin painted on and id have blue eyeshadow and NO eyebrows. and id have one of those big red plastic noses. maybe i wont be bald, actually. a red, messy pixie cut at most. like, bright red. and id have those comically large clown shoes and a big party hat on my head. my clown costume would be one of those one-piece pierrot-esque costumes, but with alot of colour and theyd have big pompoms leading down from my neck to my chest and one on my ass. just to add flavour. 

and id juggle with fire or something, or do a thousand bijillion back flips. and every night after the show id get fucking baked and id also have an affair with the oriental belly dancer lady whos 20 years older than me. shes the one who provides me a bong, since ill be super fucking broke.

then one day when im like 26 or something ill be doing one of my tricks during a show and ill explode or something and my guts and stuff would be EVERYWHERE and since im broke and no one knew my name they wouldnt really take the time to give me a proper grave so they kinda just cremate me and scatter my ashes on some random road. or the sea. 

amen.