JOIN MY CIRCUS

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Among the most thrilling job in this world, is performing in a circus…the trapeze or maybe the clown with lots of mischief. Or probably the ring master, donning the all too masterly cap of order and submission. Just join my circus, get in and perform. Be the other self of your soul. Challenge the devil or play with destiny. Choices galore!
Clumsy, nauseating, teary, pagan, traumatic, sarcasm, funny…all too obvious words associated with the life of a clown. Cornered from this so called society of sensible individuals. So much to think about and cheer in this ‘CIRCUS’. Caring tears just spilled down my face, touching the ground full of bones. I do care for the clown…for the clown is ME, MYSELF and I. Pampering my senses with the gut wrenching challenges of the trapeze, the swirl of the moment, full of clapping hands later on. Come on, guys lets make this clowning moment of your life the most memorable of all. Throw the dagger into the black hole of despair, pull the trigger of luck, climb the ladder of champions, run the never ending track of freedom, cheer for life, ride on the back of galloping moments, fight with the monster called death. Its all there in this circus of mine…so join now.
Tigers making the most fearful sound of joy will surprise you. Well, they are very amusing in appearance, well dressed, clean shaven, full of style and etiquette's, punctual, harboring none of the dark side of the moon matter. They jostle there way to success. Tampering and manipulating on the rise. They just won’t stop, clearly a case of over indulgence with life. It’s crowded, no doubt but that’s the fun. How to kill or get killed…the deal is very clear. Push through the crowd of self proclaimed clowns and you will see the true one, standing in the corner, ready to cry for you. So just beat the heat of this summer and climb on to this moment of uncertain terms of performing in a CIRCUS!

Pen and ink on paper

Pen and ink on paper