Mantis Toboggan M.D.
I’m here for the scraps
I haven't read ether like that since 2001In Barkley’s case, you get the sense he has played the clown for so long, and has been so handsomely rewarded for it, he long ago lost the border between the self and the costume. Maybe there never was a border. Maybe, when you peel back Sir Charles’ sad clown mask, you find an even sadder clown, one who has never realized that he devolved into the cruelest joke of all: A tragic punchline devoid of both humor and humanity.
That shyt that makes your soul burn slow

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