It's Thursday so I am again posting something that very few, by that I mean no one, saw the first time around:
I never really got the story on this one just nearly tripped over it one day. It sort of creeps me out with its blatant absurdity, if Camus had Legos, you know.
I mean what did the clown do? Who slayed him and what appears to be the ice cream man? Is this a joyless god to whom they are praying? Is it a birthday party gone horribly wrong? Why does that woman have the golden chalice? Why are they all so stiff and formal and expressionless? What does the machine thingee do? Why is this happening?
But most troubling to me, the real question is... who came in the car?
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