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on 02-01-2010 at 08:23 PM
Words cannot express it.
Photographs cannot capture it.
Microphones cannot hear it.
The blue wires tie me down
And scream for the Samuri Clown
Cut it off!
Cut it down!
Release me from the hell of the blue wire!
The Bushido Code lives on within the burned out hulk of the clown, downtrodden and ridiculed; thrown out into the alley onto the garbage pile of life.
Honor.
As he smears the white face paint over his gaunt, bony face he mentally recites the code of the Samurai Clown, refreshing his spirit to fight the blue wire one more day.
Squeezing the red rubber ball over his nose, he flexes his calves, the warm up to the micro controled muscular exercises known
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