The sad clown wasn’t sad at all. His frown was painted on, and his tears were all for show.
No one trusted a happy man. Smiles, good cheer, friendliness, it all made everyone feel uncomfortable. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.
So now he lived his lie
all alone
in the silence and solitude
of his own happy home.
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Notes:
1. Written on October 16th, 2024
__________Bread (that was once fresh)
Spread (that contains the memory of butter and/or olive oil)
Apple (taken from beneath someone else’s tree)
Prepare before work
then at lunch eat as quickly as you can.
Try not to think
about anything at all
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Notes:
1. Written July 22nd, 2023
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It was always blank, the very last page of a book. Tina found this almost incomprehensibly sad. She always had. She always will. The sort of sadness that if you tried to explain it would simply dissipate away as soon as it left your lips, like your breath in winter. The sort of sadness that if you tried to alleviate it by filling all that emptiness in with words of your own would only get worse and worse until you could not look.
So she treasured it for herself. Her own secret sadness. It was nice knowing it was there. She could look at it whenever she wanted to. Look away when she’d had enough.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 1st, 2022
2. This is the last chapter of the pointlessly palindromic sequence started here.
3. 30 odd tales ago.
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Notes:
1. Made on 9th April, 2022
__________There was a football in the river
floating away
towards the sea
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Notes:
1. Written on April 5th, 2022
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