Silent Jingles
“Hey, get it right. I’m a clown. I scare kids, and I make funny gestures. Life is good. The only downside is, “Jerry leaned forward to whisper”. I hear things. You see Doc, there has been this noise inside my head and it won’t come out.”
“I see, son. What you have is a bad case of what I like to call jingles brain,” said the Doc.
“Jingles brain? Doc, tell me, is it deadly?”
“Very much so son, I don’t think you will make it passed seven o’clock today.”
“Oh Doc, how can I get out of this one?”
“Well you see son, the only way to get rid of jingles brain is to quit scaring little kids.”
“Really? Say Doc, you’re sounding a little suspicious today?”
“Son, That’s because I’m not really the Doc; I’m the jingle.”
“Well, if you’re the jingle, then who’s the Doc?”
Silence………
This is the story of Jerry, the clown. He hears things. He calls them jingles, but they are really his own thoughts. After his first year of clown school, he got a job with the circus, but once he realized that clowns scare kids instead of make them laugh, he went a little crazy.
On his first day of clowning, he was super nervous. He was a brand new recruit from Sal’s Clown College, and this was his first show. Even though he was nervous, he was still excited. He couldn’t wait to make all the little kids laugh and smile with his hilarious act, But what he didn’t know is that kids these days are actually afraid of clowns, and nobody likes them.
Jerry walked out for his first appearance, and the cook sent him out with the old famous, “Break a leg”. Just as Jerry stepped passed the curtain he fell on his face in a little puddle of grape juice. One thing that was good was that his clown nose broke most of the fall, but the grape juice smeared his makeup and made him look ten times scarier to the little kids.
When Jerry peered up from the floor, all the little kids saw him and freaked out, they began to throw their stuff at him. The circus director called a Code Rainbow, which in circus terms is code for new recruit gone insane. They automatically pulled Jerry out of there, and switched the show to the acrobats. Everything was ok afterward, except Jerry. His dream was crushed and then he went crazy.
If you didn’t know earlier before I told you the story, Jerry was really talking to me. I’m the Voice, and now were in a really dumb padded room, all tied together with a straight jacket. As it happened, I say it’s all Jerry’s doing! I’m just the person who talks to him 24/7, the Voice. At first, I felt bad for Jerry; him losing his dream and all. But later I discovered my real purpose in life, to make Jerry’s life insane. I mean, I’m the voice in his head, isn’t that my job. So after a while I started influencing him to do stupid stuff, then I blackmailed him into doing some really crazy stuff, like jumping off the circus trapeze without any practice, just so I can switch my host, which will never happen until Jerry passes away.
You see after we first met, I stopped liking Jerry. He never talked about anything other then how he was going to get the kids to like him. He was a try-hard, and I don’t like people who are try-hards. To me, he was the lamest person to be a voice for, so I decided to get rid of him, and then like every other mental pest, I would then try to move on to a new host, once he is gone.
In my opinion, I think Jerry brought it on himself, it’s his fault, He decided to be an idiot and go for the most stupid dream you could ever possibly think of. Now we are stuck in this fowl smelling, padded room waiting for him to calm down, but I still haven’t had my fun yet, so it might be a while until we finally get out. They keep telling us we need to see a doctor, but hey I always wanted to be a doctor.
“Have I gone insane?” muttered Jerry with no one to hear.
Silence…
The
End
“Hey, get it right. I’m a clown. I scare kids, and I make funny gestures. Life is good. The only downside is, “Jerry leaned forward to whisper”. I hear things. You see Doc, there has been this noise inside my head and it won’t come out.”
“I see, son. What you have is a bad case of what I like to call jingles brain,” said the Doc.
“Jingles brain? Doc, tell me, is it deadly?”
“Very much so son, I don’t think you will make it passed seven o’clock today.”
“Oh Doc, how can I get out of this one?”
“Well you see son, the only way to get rid of jingles brain is to quit scaring little kids.”
“Really? Say Doc, you’re sounding a little suspicious today?”
“Son, That’s because I’m not really the Doc; I’m the jingle.”
“Well, if you’re the jingle, then who’s the Doc?”
Silence………
This is the story of Jerry, the clown. He hears things. He calls them jingles, but they are really his own thoughts. After his first year of clown school, he got a job with the circus, but once he realized that clowns scare kids instead of make them laugh, he went a little crazy.
On his first day of clowning, he was super nervous. He was a brand new recruit from Sal’s Clown College, and this was his first show. Even though he was nervous, he was still excited. He couldn’t wait to make all the little kids laugh and smile with his hilarious act, But what he didn’t know is that kids these days are actually afraid of clowns, and nobody likes them.
Jerry walked out for his first appearance, and the cook sent him out with the old famous, “Break a leg”. Just as Jerry stepped passed the curtain he fell on his face in a little puddle of grape juice. One thing that was good was that his clown nose broke most of the fall, but the grape juice smeared his makeup and made him look ten times scarier to the little kids.
When Jerry peered up from the floor, all the little kids saw him and freaked out, they began to throw their stuff at him. The circus director called a Code Rainbow, which in circus terms is code for new recruit gone insane. They automatically pulled Jerry out of there, and switched the show to the acrobats. Everything was ok afterward, except Jerry. His dream was crushed and then he went crazy.
If you didn’t know earlier before I told you the story, Jerry was really talking to me. I’m the Voice, and now were in a really dumb padded room, all tied together with a straight jacket. As it happened, I say it’s all Jerry’s doing! I’m just the person who talks to him 24/7, the Voice. At first, I felt bad for Jerry; him losing his dream and all. But later I discovered my real purpose in life, to make Jerry’s life insane. I mean, I’m the voice in his head, isn’t that my job. So after a while I started influencing him to do stupid stuff, then I blackmailed him into doing some really crazy stuff, like jumping off the circus trapeze without any practice, just so I can switch my host, which will never happen until Jerry passes away.
You see after we first met, I stopped liking Jerry. He never talked about anything other then how he was going to get the kids to like him. He was a try-hard, and I don’t like people who are try-hards. To me, he was the lamest person to be a voice for, so I decided to get rid of him, and then like every other mental pest, I would then try to move on to a new host, once he is gone.
In my opinion, I think Jerry brought it on himself, it’s his fault, He decided to be an idiot and go for the most stupid dream you could ever possibly think of. Now we are stuck in this fowl smelling, padded room waiting for him to calm down, but I still haven’t had my fun yet, so it might be a while until we finally get out. They keep telling us we need to see a doctor, but hey I always wanted to be a doctor.
“Have I gone insane?” muttered Jerry with no one to hear.
Silence…
The
End
Manmade Disease: The Ballad of an Unknown Person
His pitiful life began at the dawn he was conceived.
The life he wished he had, he did not receive.
His real father could not keep him.
And then his life later started to get grim.
He lived the years as an infant almost perfectly safe.
But things changed when he was adopted into another mans race.
The man was generous to adopt him, but raising him was too much.
The man couldn’t handle parenting, so this new father turned to punch.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough, so they say.
The power of drink really made the kids life rough, since after that day.
After three long terrifying years, the man finally found his place in the can.
Then the boy and his mother took the chance and ran.
Overseas with a southerly wind.
His mother got depressed, and sinned.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
Living in the dirt with no money, he still didn’t see her stop the stuff.
The mother saw her child’s problems were getting really crazy.
So she decided to make a change, but then got really lazy.
The kid was alone in school.
And he really wanted to be cool.
So then He went against one of his own moral rule.
He drank, and drugged, and made him self a fool.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
As he got older, the rule was forgotten.
By the time he hit high school his attitude was really rotten.
Finally he got bored of it, and went green.
The stuff was way better or so it may seem.
But he only went deeper into a rough reality.
His mother sees her son, and what he has become.
While simultaneously realizing what she has done.
Feeling guilty she decides to quit.
But the kid didn’t care he still wanted to take that hit.
So his attitude grew worse, because of his own negative personal belief.
That he was not good enough, and smoking gave him relief.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
Then came the bust, and along with it probation.
But he wouldn’t stop, putting him in another bad situation.
The pressure to heavy to bear, he decided to abstain.
But with too many terrifying memories, he couldn’t bare the pain.
His life problems just seemed too insane
Then he screwed up again, leading to a free trip to rehab.
Oh that first drink he wished he never had.
Six long months lost to his own mistakes.
He said his first moral rule he would never break.
So he looked for a way to repent his wrongs.
A life without demonic spirits and psychedelic bongs.
Without a clue on how to become a man.
He turned to work for our good old Uncle Sam.
He didn’t make the cut because of his past drug abuse.
With nowhere to go he fell back to his old way of use.
Lost his life to the one moral he broke and never reused.
One was too much, and one hundred was never enough……
“God grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”
The life he wished he had, he did not receive.
His real father could not keep him.
And then his life later started to get grim.
He lived the years as an infant almost perfectly safe.
But things changed when he was adopted into another mans race.
The man was generous to adopt him, but raising him was too much.
The man couldn’t handle parenting, so this new father turned to punch.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough, so they say.
The power of drink really made the kids life rough, since after that day.
After three long terrifying years, the man finally found his place in the can.
Then the boy and his mother took the chance and ran.
Overseas with a southerly wind.
His mother got depressed, and sinned.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
Living in the dirt with no money, he still didn’t see her stop the stuff.
The mother saw her child’s problems were getting really crazy.
So she decided to make a change, but then got really lazy.
The kid was alone in school.
And he really wanted to be cool.
So then He went against one of his own moral rule.
He drank, and drugged, and made him self a fool.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
As he got older, the rule was forgotten.
By the time he hit high school his attitude was really rotten.
Finally he got bored of it, and went green.
The stuff was way better or so it may seem.
But he only went deeper into a rough reality.
His mother sees her son, and what he has become.
While simultaneously realizing what she has done.
Feeling guilty she decides to quit.
But the kid didn’t care he still wanted to take that hit.
So his attitude grew worse, because of his own negative personal belief.
That he was not good enough, and smoking gave him relief.
One is too much, and a hundred is not enough.
Then came the bust, and along with it probation.
But he wouldn’t stop, putting him in another bad situation.
The pressure to heavy to bear, he decided to abstain.
But with too many terrifying memories, he couldn’t bare the pain.
His life problems just seemed too insane
Then he screwed up again, leading to a free trip to rehab.
Oh that first drink he wished he never had.
Six long months lost to his own mistakes.
He said his first moral rule he would never break.
So he looked for a way to repent his wrongs.
A life without demonic spirits and psychedelic bongs.
Without a clue on how to become a man.
He turned to work for our good old Uncle Sam.
He didn’t make the cut because of his past drug abuse.
With nowhere to go he fell back to his old way of use.
Lost his life to the one moral he broke and never reused.
One was too much, and one hundred was never enough……
“God grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”