9 thoughts on “Button Sunday”

        1. They won’t rest until they’ve eaten your funny bone. Stumbling, shambling, every step squishy with bloated flesh, counterpointed with the soul-shivering ‘squeak!’ of the clown shoes, they desire nothing more than to take…

          the…

          last…

          laugh!

  1. I think that clowns embody the basic undertow that is human culture, that which drags us under to flounder about in the depths until we drown.

    Either that, or they’re just people with intense make-up issues.

    By the way, your buttons gave me an idea for the world’s creepiest cupcakes.

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