The Sacred Clown

The passage to Clownhood may be achieved in these such ways:

1] Laugh

Hahaha! Hehehe! Luckily, the nebula begins and ends with this. The essence of being, like love, is laughter, which echoes untimelessly through Space, Stars, and Galaxies, eventually making its way to fill one's soul. The Clown with a Smile of Flowers tics with curiousness of the cosmos.

Unluckily, the ego may raise a demure doll, who in the doubt of their magic, crumbles under some vision of idiocy. Idiocy being the laughter, of course, and pure maniacal dis/belief. At this point, one may

2] Die

A brilliant and bloody death. The Death Clown is horny and has a rather riddled and bitter sense of humor. They slink out from the Underworld to mock Me and You. They are crazy, suffering from delusions of grandeur and unGodly rage; yet they are cool and cold, contempt seething from their skin like sun on asphalt until they are void. In any state, the Death Clown is a character of doom, dread, and an untethered head! Bleed on me, Laugh at me

3] Cry

On me, I am such a nice guy! The Clown of Squeaky Noses may find themself in clownhood through big grins and rainbow tears. They jest on the grounds of humanity, balancing the tightrope between dreams and nightmares. Saturated in sweetie pie-ness, they immediately enamor every adult and child they encounter. But don't be fooled, for this fool may joke at you from outside your invisible cage. I want to jump, kiss, play and

4] Fly

Away always and forever and ever like a boy afraid of the Sun! At some point in the non/ cycle, one may believe themself a Fairy. But not a sweet and nice fairy, no, this Trickster is a prick bestowing mischief with a smirk. The fairy, a clown in their own right, wears a floppy crown and wings full of Glitter, snot, flowers, and webs. They exist in the silliness of dreams, evading the regular development of spacetime and the Internet. Fly me forever love me all wetter, I will never ever ever

Die.

I am not afraid of You.

The journey ends or begins at any and all phrases of the Clown break through. But in the moment before the crash into the mirror's stash, you must kiss your reflection and sing a silly little poem about a silly little lie.

I.Am a Clown

And I.Am a Fool

And I.Am a Foe

I.Am a Me

And I.am a You

Boo hoo hoo

Hahaha

Hehehe

Me Me Me

I.Am the center of the

Uni-verse

So what is the joke, exactly, of the Sacred Clown? The joke, friend, is that everything you believe to be True is simply a fabrication of your imagination. The Sacred Purpose of the Sacred Clown is to turn un/reality rightside down and upside up. To jest, jeer, and drown at the horrible inventions of human history. Invented institutions, invented enemies, invented everything - the clown is clowning on You. And You are a fool for falling for your fond fallacies.

You are a clown, as well as a fool, when you are aware it is one big, fat joke. Sometimes, a very serious joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Then Everything becomes Hilarious. Hysterical!

As a clown, You can say whatever you want. Or not say. The joke is really in the movement of the body. In the dramatic dance of the eyebrows. In the flapping (or flailing) jerks of the limbs. In the backwards downwards upwards grins and criss crossed connections around the eyes. In the glares of gags and glamour.

So whatever which way you may fall down the hallow, whether you are all wallow or swallow, be sure to follow the fortune of your fated fable. Howl and growl until you are mute, with flowers in your mouth at some edge of a rainbow.

Que the clown music.

And you're out. Out of your mind and out of all sensibilities.

Oh, and it's very, very important you have Fun make Non Sense.

And it all falls apart.

Yes, I.Am

I.Am

I.Am a Clown