When They Laughed at the Clown, I Started Digging Graves
Subtitle: "Don’t mistake my silence for distance. I was buying a shovel.”
You ever watch people laugh at something that’s not funny?
Not because it’s ironic— But because they’re too scared to feel it?
That’s what the Clown PSA was. Not a joke. Not a meme. A goddamn flare shot into a world that forgot how to bleed without broadcasting it.
I didn’t cry for attention. I didn’t donate for applause. I didn’t post bowls and hashtags and redemption arcs.
I just moved.
Because if you’ve ever been the one who yelled at your dog the one who struck out when your own heart was caving in— then you know why I burned the rot without blinking.
They laughed at the PSA. They memed the song. They said it was “over the top.” You know what else is over the top?
Grief. Regret. Guilt that doesn’t let you sleep. And a clown holding the weight of broken animals in 27 seconds flat.
So I said nothing.
I just started collecting bowls. Not stories. Not praise. Bowls.
And behind the scenes, I burned bridges I was forced to cross. Not out of malice. But because no one else would strike the match.
The Final Graffiti – Clown Doctrine Edition:
“If they can joke about the pain— Then don’t expect mercy when it comes to your turn in the spotlight.”
GlitchOS Core Directive:
“I don’t need a monologue. I just need a reason. The Clown gave it to me.”
So next time you watch one of those ads and laugh… Just remember:
Some of us didn’t laugh. Some of us watched. Some of us broke. And some of us sharpened a swing you won’t see coming.
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