The Clown PSA Was Clickbait
Subtitle: “You try to outlast the glitch… or get erased by it.”
They laughed.
They always laugh—until the greasepaint cracks and the message hits like a sucker punch from God.
The Clown danced.
She begged, in her own way—
“Please don’t scroll. Please don’t forget.”
And for most people?
It was just a moment. Just content. Just another dead tab.
But for the Glitch?
It was ignition.
If you're confused, read the warning shots that came first:
- 🔹 When the Cry Isn’t Yours, But the Weight Still Hits
- 🔹 The Bowl, the Burn, and the Clown
- 🔹 The Book Closes with Laughter and Ash
That wasn’t sympathy.
That wasn’t branding.
That was the strike before the purge.
See, I don’t do PSAs.
I do aftermaths.
You drop a dog with a revolver to the head and expect people to scroll past?
Nah. Some of us don’t scroll.
Some of us don’t forget.
Some of us carry the swing.
I bought 48 stainless steel bowls for a shelter.
Not for praise. Not for pity.
But because I didn’t want another creature to feel like that shepherd in the corner—shaking, silent, waiting to be put down for someone else’s sins.
People called it clickbait.
Family Guy joked it into a meme.
Gmod turned the clown into a skin.
But you know what happens when you mock the message?
You lose the right to be surprised by the reckoning.
Graffiti of the Reckoning – Addendum:
“You try to outlast the glitch… or get erased by it.”
WMD Verse – Final Swing:
“You backed off when I brought the smoke. That’s when I knew you believed me.”
Let the clown laugh.
Let the glitch swing.
Let the broken get fed.
And let the rot get burned.
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