Bonjour self ease! ... (The Asylum)

Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour bonjour bonjour! Hahahahahaa. Frickin Belle. I like wearing stripes, right, but every time i do, for some reason, and it's racist some sort of way, but i feel like a frenchman and start singing that "Bounjour!" song from Beauty and The Beast. I remember one time, right, oooh man.... Ok so Tyy tells me he's headed to The Staxx in like 45. Said Charlie was calling for a jam session to work on a song. I'm like, "coolio foolio, I'm with it. Be down there in 45." So i'm figuring its all said and done with, right, and i can get back to me time. So me, myself and me again is just chilling out until it's time to go down and jam it out, right? So... I'm being me, right and.... maaaan, i'mmmmmm weird. I'm just... not bright. Ok, so i was spinning in an office chair i pulled from a dumpster behind a Comfort Inn Suites, right. YAY REMODELING SEASON! They toss a bunch of stuff in the early to mid spring because summer time is tourist vacay HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY IN (Say WHAAAT) season, right, so you can get some stuff for your Paper St. Soap Company or Project Mayhem or what have you. KRAAAAZY stuff too. Sinks, tubs and liners, broken glass shower doors, now and then a microwave, but a lot of stuff the employees or folks remodeling might pick from first. ANYWAYS, free broken in swivel chair. No bedbugs. No stink. All wheels working. Pump action on point. Some stuff is just too good of a deal to pass up on, ok?Sweet deal. Thank you choice hotels.

So, yeah, I'm spinning, right. And i'm also kinda eating chips... that i'm dunking in some cheese... that's on my chest... because if you keep it in that little glass jar it might slide off and break. I don't have to explain myself. It makes sense, you know it, i know it. Moving on.... so, cheezy chips... while spraying a lighter with some hair spray because there was a lot of red and blue, like really vibrant, right, and so i'm like, "What burns bright red, and bright blue?!" I mean i know copper burns green, and iron burns blue sometimes, but i was really trying to figure this out. People are putting this into their hair. It's getting in the scalp man! What metals are you coating your nerve endings with, and how is that effecting you?! You don't think about that? HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK ABOUT THAT?! YES reading the bottle was an option. NO i didn't think about that until now. SO WHAT. Anyways, so since Tyy said the jam sesh was on, i figured I'd wear this shirt because it's comfortable. This was a different day than the day we took this pic. Anyways, i love this shirt. Frickin LOVE. Slikk got it for me, i think from a mime. Not sure. Anyways, hes got a great fashion sense, and its a really nice fabric... something called 50% cotton. It's pronounced "Ka-tone". Its french. See the stripes? French. Don't hate. Luxurious. So i spins over to the couch to grab the shirt to put it on, I was in "the arcade", not important. SPINS OVER to the couch streaking a big trail of fire, and i'm singing "Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour Bon--" and Charlie comes in like, "Hey, I -- what the hell-nope- never mind-- SO, JAM SESH..." and she's grinning really big, and i'm like a deer in headlights, with big glob of tostitos cheese sliding down my chest with sour cream chip chunks stuck in it. I laugh like, "Bonjour!" and she shakes her head, and goes, "Bonjour!" And then a moment of silence. And then we both start singing "There goes the baker with his traaaay liiiike alwaaaays... the same old.." and that's where the song falls apart, and the words become "Zammp zzaamp somehithing bread zzhaam SEEELLLLLLL!" because even with closed caption, i don't care about the words of that song enough to memorize that shit. Apparently neither did she. I keep thinking they said something about potato bread and rolls to sell. Tyy says "old crusty moldy hoes to sell" but... Tyy, man.... Tyy. Anyways, so, she finishes, "YES, SOOOO, jamming in the Staxx in like 20, yeah? Ummm...I got an idea i'm working out... aaannnnnd just wanna.. know what's what. OK!" and she slowly backs out of the room and runs down the hall. But she was singing that "Bonjour" part when she was going down the hall. It sounded quite jovial too. I heard her. You can't NOT sing that part, dude. If you hear someone start it, its ON! Frickin Bonjour fest. Like "the song that doesn't end."

Anyways, this pic.... Yeah, THAT was random, but only to us. Life is all scripted. That's how you can read charts and signs and screw all of the joy and surprise out of living. It's accurate, but now you're bored. Anyways, pic... So, i was looking at this, right, and i'm not really that self conscious... well, kinda conscious of self, yeah, but like, worrying what people think about you kinda goes out the window when you're born a frickin clown (and a cartoon one at that) and have to practice a bunch of meditation and other stuff for people to see you in the "real world".... only to freak out because you're still a clown. Thanks to Gacy and the Chiodo bro bros. IT/PennyWennyPenPen was inevitable with friends like these. Killer clowns. THEY'RE NOT EVEN REAL CLOWNS!!!! They're from frickin outer space. Whatever. Evil clowns. PPffffffft! I know a vampire who's afraid of clowns. IMAGINE THAT! It just messes it up for all the good clowns. Unless you're, basically not American, then you're going to have more of a chance, but in America?!?! Where Halloween is more popular than Easter, but don't worry, there's an rainbow army of marshmallow balut and snow-bunnies marching along side a big unblinking yellow eye-whited rabbit in a tux shitting chocolate eggs all over your yard. The REAL eggs it shits out have sparkles on them. Send the kids out there in their brand new suits they'll only wear today and won't fit next year to find them! They're kids. They'll grow new teeth. THIS... is normal. A clown NOT being evil or scary is "weird". The world has inverted. I don't like it. That's why i don't stay here.

Where was i going with this? Oh yeah, self-conscious clowns. Anyways, Tyy and Slikk slimmed down a bit. Summer bodies i guess. Charlie too. No... not me. Still rockin the dad-bod. A clown with a little pudge can't be scary, i'm sorry, it just can't. If their gums ain't black and dripping, a clown with a petite gut cannot be scary. Folks still tripping on Captain Spaulding (R.I.P. to Sid the kid). I'm not sca-- I got put out of a facebook CLOWN group, because the moderator asked folks to post a pic. I posted a pic. She said, "NO EVIL or SCARY CLOWNS!" and i was like you racist bit--I didn't say it, but that was the heat coming off my neck. Just because you have no spine and are... well, a pussy... don't come at me with all of your bullshit fear and, "OooOOOoH! Him da squaarreerrreeey!" Fuxouda here with that. Your kids probably were wearing masks and helmets before covid was even dreamed in 2010. Folks look how they look. No one can help that. We don't need you making faces when YOU look at us. You might get hit in YOUR face, and THEN who's lumpy red leaking face is gonna be pointed at and teased?! We're not all programmed to crave some barbie chad to ensure the reprogramming of libido, on some nephelim teaching chicks to put on makeup to make them more appealing to NOT HUMANS but throwing off humanity's natural "we were made for each other" connection and chasing after the tampered with, "made up" chicks, which also throws off the balance of procreation and populations in favor of some dragon culture, demon infested hybrid bullshit countryless racist sexist propaganda. Oh, and think about this... if you're human, and you believe in a master race.... but you're human.... master race.... if there is any type of human.... the race is human... that is inferior to your master race... then maybe your race only looks human. And they want to get rid of YOU too.

Back to my rantings... So,on top of that, we're not all capable of getting plastic surgery to ease and appease the crowd who doesn't know is, doesn't care, and only wants (not needs) EVERYTHING from us only to suck you dry and move on to the next, not even remembering your name or using lube. That's not even worth it. Dig it, everyone is programmed some kinda way. It happens. A lot of the horrible things we are lovingly raised in, all of these bricks of good intention, golden when laid... they're just piss cubes on a road to hell. People need to be more understanding of things that naturally come to them in real life, and stop judging it against some lie from a screen or on a page. Folks are who they are. Don't judge the book by the cover. You'll only be cheating your self. I was at a catholic church one time... i'm not cath--DUDE, REALLY? HOW could I be catholic??! No. Anyways, so i'm there for this baby christening thing... very off to me. Some dude with smokey balls flicking shit all over your baby. I understand you love your kid at the moment, and have biiiiiiig plans of living vicariously through them, but placing spiritual holds and contracts on them when they can't even speak is a whole other set of "wtf". Anyways, there me is... be. In the back with Slikk, some people he knew's kid getting all ...christeny. So, I hear some chick in front of us whispering something about some guy looks like a pedophile, because his hair was thinning and he had on big glasses. I'm thinking, if anyone's touching kids, they're up in the front! They work here! You don't even know that guy with the glasses!?! People, man. Really, honestly, it's why we hardly cross the Xis sometimes. Just better to be in the other worlds. There are no deep issues, only shallow minds, or perceptions which are not as in depth. Dig this... i remember walking around in LA, California, USA, right? And i hit the back alleys. I'm a night walker. So this one time, i stepped over a homeless family.... sleeping in the doorway of a plastic surgery clinic. VERY nice looking building. And I'm just mobbing around with a cig, clearing my head, right, and i walk over this! How sick is this place... where people, a family, like a large body bundled up sleeping on the tiled ground besides two smaller bodies... in the shiny new painted, nice painted sign on the glass, neon sign in the window, kinda expensive part of town where they're working gentrification in.... what the hell is going on here? Plastic surgery can buy this office, but we can't keep these people off the street?! No, i'm not in this reality. I'm out.

We're all conscious, so we're all of our own individual unique understanding and perception... but there's too much programming and too much negative petty judgment. I could see a little gut being creepy, slightly. Depends on how hot it is outside, the sweat factor. And you don't wanna be all hairy wearing just pants and suspenders in heat like that. That's kinda gross, buuuuuuut now I'M being judgmental. I guess to each their own. If you're afraid of clowns, i don't get you, but ok. Everything is something to do.

Tyy should put his tongue back in his mouth. Looks like lipstick. And maybe i shoulda smiled.... looks like i have on a mask. HA... Clown is mask enough, dig it.

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