Dollopween 14: Phantom Clown from Nopetown

Okay, no surprise, the inner recesses of my hard drive are spooky. Even to me. I have moments of “did I save that?” and “I think my iMac is possessed” when I stumble across certain files. In this case, I went hunting for a news story–on phantom clowns–and I found this screencapture. I share it in its full glory with you, our Rubes, because Dollopween and clowns.

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Good out of bad: The crazy neighbors are letting them know right out of the gate that they are crazy. Look out: serial killer alert. No trick or treating in this cul-de-sac, and don’t park in front of anyone else’s house. Curb your dog, bitch. Like a good neighbor, coulrophobia is there.

 

The original story that initiated this search was the Wasco phantom clowns. It’s no big deal, it turned it to be a photo art projectht_wasco_clown_3_kb_141014_4x3_992

 

O SWEET BABY JESUS IT CAN SEE MY SOUL

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still here, coulrophobics?

Read more about repeating clown imagery and clown language: jokers, evil clowns, and phantom clowns at Loren Coleman’s fascinating site, Twilight Language.

About Carla

This Bluestocking bookworm is your friendly Dollop web-wrangler and digital library curator. In other words, pay no attention to that woman behind the curtain.
I’m just here to John Nash all this stuff together. It’s all about connections. IT’S ALL CONNECTED.
I live atop a mountain, geographically isolated for the protection of others. Yes, an American mountain.

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