Thoughts of a 'Man'

I'm just going to continue writing this story, for the sake of writing...and i couldn't get the feel that i had when i first wrote the story below, so now i guess the mood will sound entirely different, but it will be more interesting(for me, for you, you probably won't read.) since it has a different perspective...

So now, the sun is setting due to the long time the clown took to contemplate whether he should approach the boy. The tone of the sky and everything below has becomed orange. As the sky drops beyond the horizon, it will turn dark blue and soon stars will fill up the sky. The clown pulled up his sleeves to reveal a number of watches around his hands(this is becoming like alice in wonderland), but he couldn't see the hands on the watch. By now, the fucked up children had all disappeared. He heard a voice sounding behind him. "The time is.........its too late...too late to make things right....." The warm colours of the make-up and costume that the clown worn had faded due to the lack of lighting around them. He took some water from his bottle and wiped his face off his make-up, revealing a melancholic frown that he had worn on his face for the past few months, despite the wide painted grin on his face by day.

"Why do you wear a mask?" Timmy asked.

"Everyone wears a mask." The clown barked then took out his harmonica and blew a melancholic melody. (Wish you were here - Pink Floyd)
"So, so you think you can tell, heaven from hell. Blue skies from rain. Can you tell the green fields from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?" The clown sang with his awfully hoarse voice...
"everyone has doubts. The mask covers these doubts. Egos are fragile. Never mistake a person's appearance. We often develop a social exterior designed specifically to disguise our weaknesses and lacks."

The clown took off his big curly red afro wig, and off came cascading down below his shoulders, the clown's beautiful long blonde hair. 'A old wrinkled face with such smooth golden hair? what a freak.' Timmy thought to himself.

"i bet i saw that hair in one of pantene's" Timmy claimed. "wrong, its herbal essences, i did the moaning......but my hair wasn't there....." the clown rebutted.

Timmy felt his stomach stir........A flood of mixed feelings, confusion withheld his mind.
Like being struck with confusion ray by Psyduck,

"I think i'm gonna puke...."
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haha, its a mess rite?...stay tuned for more long blonde hair, and not so old and wrinkled face.......