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I have been dead for quite a while, but somehow I am not decomposing. I am still as fresh as the moment the death happened. Maggots and worms do not wish to live beside me. I have a certain look on my face that is not the look of a dead man. People stare at my face, into my eyes, and swear I know what is going on even though I am dead. Stare into the eyes and you will know if I am happy, sad, or angry. The face will not change expressions or move, but you can feel it in the energy.

As soon as he is resurrected, he apologizes for scaring and upsetting people by dying in the first place. What a kindhearted human to be the one apologizing to the rest of us when he was the one who was killed. He is the true victim. Yet instead of thinking about the excruciating pain of death and the pitch, black darkness of the cold and icy grave, he thinks of how the people around him were impacted. He does not even want revenge on the one responsible for putting him there. All he wants is the beginning of a new existence.

aries has requested I post this video in honor of a new moon in Aries tonight and also other certain planets in Aries. He is heavily into astrology. It is in regards to him being voted out of an Outcasted game on his own birthday.

They are dead now and I don't fear their spirits. Not only is mine more venomous, it is more powerful. I laugh at their little fantasy they will be able to stop me. I walk the Earth in the demonic form of a clown, waiting to fill the air with the screams of the human race. Feel the screams and cries surrounding you with warmth like a blanket. The louder they are, the more victorious the clown is becoming. Only once they go completely silent, we shall know the clown has won.

You think I don't see you giving every single blog I write a -20? I can become oxygen itself if my mind desires it, so therefore I can see everything that happens where a living creature is breathing. I was the air she breathed when she read my last several blogs with disgust, and I am the air she will breathe when she does the same with this one and gives it a nice, fresh -20. So let's see it now. I am ready for you.

He wants his own blood to flow through our veins so we will share a life forever, and wherever we go he will be part of us. We will never be able to escape from him because his blood will be the life force that allows our existence to begin with. To escape from him is to accept that death has come to retrieve us.

They try to bury him by giving him a different name (o_o), but they cannot erase his presence. The children of Earth compare him to a rat, but he gives dignity to the rodent. All his friends put on their costumes of rats, mice, spiders, snakes, and scorpions and decide they are holy. Vermin can be sacred if they are chosen to be. Chibi and his cult do not need the approval of the human race. It does not matter what he is called. He could even be called "Parasite" and he would form a cross from their words of judgment to nail his enemies to.

There is blood trapped inside the body that screams begging for sweet release. It is the blood of the clown. If tortured, it will not bleed its own blood but instead the blood of the clown's victims will pour from the clown's body. Kemi plays the trumpet that will summon the angels from Heaven to destroy the clown and put an end to its reign of terror.

I was reading a certain person's blog to see if there was anything hidden within, and I found this person to be an exciting presence in a way I never would've expected. It was almost like this person isn't even fully human. The aliens created a robot that resembles a human without any of the inner qualities of one. They placed a chip with a personality inside this robot and sent it to Earth to be our entertainment.

She enjoys the geometry of the equilateral triangle and the feeling of all 3 of its sides as she rolls it across the floor. A voice emerges from the triangle. It is the voice of a demon. Paige is terrified but the voice tells her to have no fear. It says when the time comes she will know exactly what to do, and when she does it she will become royalty on Earth. She will stand on the rubble left behind after the Apocalypse. Only the ones she has chosen will be left after the rest of the world has perished.

A giant all seeing eye is placed in the center of the room. The pupil is torn open from the inside and sweetheart walks out from it to attend the Illuminati ritual. I appear in the mask of a goat head carrying a human skull to place in sweetheart's hands. A vegan Satan witch places 11 drops of human blood onto her tongue. It was not enough to offer the person as a sacrifice. The Illuminati will accomplish great things in the world until the day that it is over.

That is what my partner said to me after the game. How was I to know there was a challenge hidden underneath that advantage menu? I don't have fucking X-ray vision. I was waiting to be told which of the 3 options to click. Meanwhile there was a clock counting down the entire time I didn't know about.

The psychiatrist will see me in their office soon. I am being told I need to make an appointment. What words will they want to write about Clown in their precious little baby notebook? I will pretend the ink is my blood and they are writing about me in it. There is no ink that will be able to define me like my own blood could. I am possessed by a demon from Hell and have been for 27 years.

I will fly to you in your nightmares. Not on the wings of a ghost, but with my own wings as I really am. I am not a creature of beauty and love, and my metamorphosis was not from a caterpillar. It was from a demon. A demon became a butterfly in Hell to travel to you as you cry, and my presence means more tears will be shed. It is a bad omen. I am not a butterfly you wish to see. You will close your eyes so you don't have to look at the unpleasant sight, but I will still land on your shoulder to show you I am inescapable.

Is it the deviled one or the galactic one? They each represent two different sides of me, the demon and the alien. My two halves are good and evil, right and wrong, black and white, demon and alien, life and death... I exist on the in-between.

I don't even need to say my name. They already know who I am from my voice. No one else sounds like me. I was born to be a Satanic work of art with a birthday in October and a life of never ending horror. Aliens abducted a demon and together they got to work handcrafting a clown which they would unleash upon the world.

I have felt their sadness, their anger, their anxiety, their hostility. I have wondered to myself "do they need help or do they need punishment?" If it is to be punishment, I will call upon 100,000 beings they only know as "aliens" to put their planet in eternal darkness. In darkness they shall discover the light within themselves and realize the darkness should've been on the outside all along. The punishment may be exactly what they need so their souls can be saved.

Everything he touches rots from the inside out. The world hoped Clown still being alive was an April Fools' prank, but he walked the planet and stared at the human race, wondering if there was a decent one in the entire collection of 8 billion. If there is not, he will call an army of clowns from the other dimension to wage war on them all. It is a war the clowns cannot lose. The post Apocalyptic Earth will become their circus and they will perform on the broken rubble of society long after the people are gone.

Most of us will sleep in warm beds tonight, but there was a time when Lemjam6 had to sleep in the cold darkness of the cemetery ground. It did not last very long. The cemetery was no match for his will to live, so it surrendered him by vomiting him out. When a creature comes back from the dead, it can never die again. Even long after the Apocalypse Lemjam6 will dance on the rubble, the ashes of a lonely planet, and the broken bones of the corpses who can never come back like he did. He will have the planet to himself for all eternity and it will be the curse of life.

Did Tide kill the werewolf with a silver bullet? The werewolf was inside him all along, so he had to kill the werewolf part of himself to be fully human again. The silver bullet didn't harm the human half when he shot himself with it, only the werewolf half. Now he is free from his curse and the vultures no longer devour the flesh of his victims because there are none any longer. He can wander the night with serenity now that the full moon holds no danger for him.