Thursday 8 August 2013

Clowns: An existential conundrum

No they are not.

They are fucking horrible.

SERIOUSLY.

I fucking hate clowns.

I'm not even talking about Pennywise here, I'm taking about them:



And her

And him

AND THE REST OF THEM!!!!

The fear of clowns is called Coulrophobia.

See, I think it might be the whole uncanny valley principle going on here.  The human mind is attuned to how things should look.
Faces aren't just 2 eyes, a nose and a mouth, there are certain proportions that need to work.  There are boundaries.

Some people are shocked by deformity and abnormal growth, some people can't handle the sight of blood.

You look at a clown, you know it's a person, but it's not their face you see, it's the clowns.  You won't see the real person.  Your brain can't separate the two.

This whole painted on smile and shit, what's that about?  

Why do you need to paint on your smile Mr Clown?  Is it because you're unhappy with the choices you've made in life?  Is it because scared someone will find out about all the bodies you've hidden?  
Is it to entice people in so they feel more comfortable before you drug them with the drugs you keep in your big trousers?
Why are you're shoes so big?  Is that so you've got better grip on the floor when you're wading through all the blood you spill?
Why are you always falling down and capering?  Is it because you're drunk with power? 
Is it?

IS IT?

YOU CREEPY BASTARDS!!!
WE ONLY LAUGH AT YOU BECAUSE WE'RE AFRAID!!!



BE TOLD!!!!





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