I Ain’t a clown killer…but I’ve killed a clown.

I didn’t plunge the knife…but I held him down.

 Truer words have never been spoken…by me, at least. Because I lie. Almost exclusively. Let us try and put that ugliness aside… in the interest of LETTER DAY! 

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Poppa AJ, Sing me a song of summertime.

Lucy Sweetmess

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