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where all fetuses are accepted....... our fetus is a clown, but without the rainbow hair because he's not gay.........

we honk our noses day and night, squeak our shoes to cause fright, and when it is bright, that is when we are tucked tight into our beds and we do not fight the sleep as darkness envelopes us and we become one with the clown boys. and when we wake, it's with a jolt; the clown cult has returned for more. it's about four in the afternoon and we have yet to begin making dinner, so naturally, we're thinner.

the clown boys return to us, all packed in the tiny little bus. we all manage to fit, though this only works if we spit and slither in. maybe not eating dinner pays off, now that we're all squeezed in in this tiny clown car. and thus our day begins, and when it comes to an end, we will repeat the cycle all over again.


a psa from lacey: clowns are horrible. thank you for coming to my ted talk
a psa from miles: i think i was really high when i wrote this greeting message
a question from lacey: how much weed have you smoked
a screaming hammy: OH HELLO LACEY
a screaming lacey: i must leave but ily both