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lil suppressed balloon guns silently popping in the hands of the swatclownmander Tango down he honks
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Mar 7, 2015 00:20
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Yo, that's a smart af post.
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Mar 7, 2015 00:28
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"Doctor, you cannot understand the loneliness of being the top of my craft, all look to me, and I to none. It is unbearable." "Perhaps you must relax, enjoy the buffoonery of the Master Clown" "NAY DOCTOR, IT I WHO AM THE CLOWNMANDER"
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Mar 7, 2015 00:32
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Sgt. Binky's gone, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. The sneering Frenchman dissapeared through the tatters of tent flapping in the cotton candy-scented breeze, scampering over obstacles only he could see. Binky's pleading eyes look up at me as his life's blood pumps from an invisible wound. I take his nose, foamed and red, another auguste, lost. The greasepaint hides my tears as we order the tramps onwards.
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Mar 8, 2015 00:53
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