The Mind of a space monkey

[play the song from the video below and read]


~.The Joker.~

Once upon a time, in a land quite familiar, there lived a boy, a boy who grew up with jokes and a brilliant laugh. When he was tall, his jokes weren’t small, they would crack the hardest shell, even of oysters with the most horrible smell. The only difference was, now he would wear a mask. It would cover his face, the wrinkles which made him remember decay. What hell of a fun he’d have, with the bellowing crowd, to stand on the scene and watch all the fat bankers and their braindamaged wives… But once he turned around, the curtain striving his sleeves whilst he got off the stage, his face would turn red and frighteningly mad. In the wagons he would quietly sit, with a wide opened mouth, where no laughter came out. The mask would tingle down his shoulder strapped to his neck and you could see the two faces from awfully happy to absolutely mad. He would start twitching and turning and frighten the kids. From time to time he‘d tell that voices inside of his head would be talking quite rad, but this only happened when he was in bed. One day, on the stage with the lights at his head, he judgingly grinned, he called the crowd pigs and shallow and dim. He turned quite affected, took a little gun and ended quite sudden, this last joke of his, including a man and a bullet and a very loud drum.