what dark times these are
Cousin against cousin
juggalo against juggalo
The documentary and re-enactment will be the most provocative and innovative of its kind when I'm done with it. I can see it now:
Broken chains on the ground - links half dug into the dirt from wild and unaware foot steps of frantic goth clowns.
You can see the Juggalo with the boombox being stabbed by another with an eye-liner applicator in the distance. You can hear the ICP beat from the boombox, just faintly - "Murderin, murderin, murderin fun..."
The Juggalo near the back of the crowd charging money to show off her tits is cunt-punching the nearest Skinhead.
GODDAMNIT LISA, I CAN HEAR YOUR STUPIDITY. GO THINK SOMEWHERE ELSE, YOU'RE DISRUPTING MY CREATIVE FLOW!
Where was I?... Ah
A Juggalo lays on the ground, staring up at another sitting beside him.
"I... I can't feel my face..." he says.
"I couldn't find the Stein's brand facepaint in Hot Topic... so I... I had to go with SILLY FARM..." the other says.
"I... I'M ALLERGIC TO SILLY FARM."
They both weep.
End scene.
