ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DEAD CLOWN IN AN ALLEY.
His name was Fiddles, Fiddles The Clown.
Nobody noticed him die and he laid rotting in the alley till his body bloated and someone called the cops or the paramedics, even though it was too late for that.
Anyway this is about Stan who only knew Fiddles in passing as a retched sot. So anyway... it was a lovely day in the summer...
... many clouds, lots of wind...
weather stuff...
... ...lots of ellipses floating about... ... ............
................ ..... .......... ...................... it was ellipses season apparently.....
Oh and underneath all that fecund punctuation nature was out doing its thing.
Making shit bloom.
Yeah it was nice.
Yet somehow, somewhere Stan lurked in the shadows. Aided and abetted by his child molesting friends Victor and Tuvak. Who looked a lot like Fiddles from the back.
Chapter 7
Behind Pink Doors
What's going on in there? Indoors... behind doors... behind pink doors?
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!
OH GOD NO!
it
was
porn
And then the
Unabomber showed up...
and he said, "go away" to everybody because he was a grumpy jerk.
So they shut the door and continued to forget about the dead clown in the alley who had nothing to do with this story in the first place.
THE END
... and now some promo shots for "Stan or Satan"
(Oh so juicy!)
DOUBLE TAKE!!!
Arrest that man for handsomeness!
And back to looking at playboy, please notice the placement of the thumb.
(Not to give it away but it in the end of "Stan or Satan" it turns out he's Satan. No surprise there.)
This here is a pedestal that I turned upside down and poured black paint into so that when you looked inside you saw your own reflection. I hung a string from the celling and attached an empty glass jar to it, then lowered it into the pedestal. This helped draw interest as to what was on the end of the string which led the viewer to their own face at the bottom of the hole. 
