The mother of the clown cries each day that she unleashed such a plague onto planet Earth. She cries wondering why she didn't terminate it in the womb and apologizes to society, but society does not forgive. They tear her apart limb from limb while the clown stares smiling, happy they haven't reached him yet but knowing they will in time. In another reality, the mother did abort the clown. The clown walks through many dimensions like open doors. It goes to the reality where it was aborted to retrieve the fetus so it can hold it in its hands and present it to the world during a circus performance.

They are fat from eating the souls of 10,000 sinners. The more you sin the more full they get off your soul. The soul of the clown is the most hearty meal they have ever had because it is full of sin and darkness. The demons say that if they could have souls like this for dinner every night, there would be no more room in Hell for the screaming dead.

The clown is a disguise so I can appear more friendly and palatable to the human population. If they saw me as I truly am, they would fall dead to the ground. But maybe that is what they need. I will show them my true form so they can die of fright, then put the clown disguise back on so I can play Ring Around the Rosie with the other clowns around the pile of corpses.

If you are not part of the circus, you have no more meaning to the clown than the mud a pig rolls in. The clown has no empathy for you or your struggles. The audience laughs at the clown as it juggles and creates balloon animals, but it secretly hates them all and wishes it was their bodies he was twisting like the elongated balloons. He smiles at the thought of their bones being twisted and crushed and that is what sparks his laughter during the circus performance. The audience thinks he is laughing with them, but he is laughing at them.

If you do, the world will want to see your shirtless body with a Y-incision like an autopsy. There is nothing the world hates like it hates a clown. If you are a clown, it wants to pour 10,000 corpses of dead spiders down your throat until you choke to death. All you want to do is sing, dance, and make balloon animals, but the world rejects your attempts to bring happiness to it. All it derives is anger and hostility instead. If you are born a clown, you are better off stillborn as far as the Earth is concerned.

We do not have time to fear hantavirus or ebola when Clown walks the Earth each day. The planet has a sickness and we must cure it right away by spilling his blood in the streets. The world will heal when the blood of the clown soaks into it and is absorbed in the dirt. The Earth will purge the blood from its system by vomiting it out into space, and then alien hands will reach to claim it as it crystalizes and floats like an asteroid.