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Dairy of a Clown
A collection of excerpts, musings, poems, and thoughts of a madman in a mad world.
I'm often asked about my past and my upbringing. I seldom think of it and at times am satisfied that I've buried my history in the dark corners of my mind. Yet the questions of my past keep pestering me.

Very well, where should I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of 18 I was sent off to clown college.

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commentCommented on: Fri Feb 21, 2020 @ 11:08pm
I like your journal emotion_hug

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