confession

Dearest player, festival-goer, fellow criminal,

I hope my tearstains don't wet the pages. The clown formerly parading around in my head has, like a puff of smoke, let himself out the back door.

It would have been a beautiful, bloody rampage.

I weep. I weep, I weep, I weep.

Burningly yours,

theConspiracy

PS: how do you know my tears are real?