AT THE PARTY. DO NOT ENGAGE. THE CLOWNS ARE THIRSTY FOR BLOOD. THEY PREFER IT HAS BEEN SOAKED IN VODKA, CIGARETTES, AND OTHER SUBSTANCES THAT ENLIGHTEN THE MIND. THEY SEEK DEGENERATES OF A MYSTERIOUS NATURE. THEY CRAVE CREATIVITY. DO NOT READ THEM A FRAGMENT FROM YOUR LATEST WORK. THEY WILL USE RAY GUNS SET TO STUN ON ARTISTS. THEY WANT TO WATCH THE WHITES OF YOUR EYES AS THEY GRAZE ON YOUR FRONTAL CORTEX. THEY WILL LEAVE YOUR AMYGDALA INTACT. THEY LOVE FEAR. IT TURNS THEM ON. DO NOT ENGAGE IN COITUS WITH THE KILLER CLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE. THEY LOVE A FUNHOUSE FUCK. THE KIND THAT MAKES YOU WISH YOU NEVER LOOKED IN THE MIRROR. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU LOOK AT THE KILLER CLOWNS IN THE MIRROR. THEY WILL TURN YOU INTO ONE OF THEM. YOU WILL LOSE ALL INDIVIDUALITY AND BE FORCED TO WEAR OVERSIZED SHOES AND A RED BUTTON NOSE AND A JET PACK. AN ALIEN BOZO. IT IS VERY UNFLATTERING. LIKE A CREEPY DOLL WITH BALD PATCHES AND RED YARN HAIR IN PIGTAIL-BRAIDS WITH BROKEN TEETH AND A SINISTER SMILE. THEY WILL PUT YOU IN THE HUMAN ZOO TO BE OOGLED AT UNTIL THE MOBIUS STRIP MEETS THE LOCAL ART HOUSE THEATER AND THEN YOU CAN JOIN ALL THE OTHER BRAINLESS-ALIEN CONVERTS IN A ROUSING VIEWING OF KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE AT SOME UNKNOWABLE TIME IN THE FUTURE. ENJOY THE FUNHOUSE. HAHA!