Surrounded by the anger of clowns. A twisted circus. The uniformed ringmasters look on with disdain. The stench of decay rises from the entrails of butchered elephants. The red of their blood so vivid that it leaves a stain on the retina - tinting everything - looking through a subdued red haze. From deep down in my twisted psyche. I fear me.
Tuesday, 2 November 1999
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