flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
In fact, I think it would be fair to say that he’s LIVING in a box. Possibly even a cardboard box.
Sorry, now you’ll either be saying ‘Clown!’ or singing that all damn day. Mea maxima culpa.
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