Jasper Jordan
The Jester with a Cracked Smile
The punchline died with the punch, but I’m still here.
Yeah, I cracked jokes when the sky was falling. Made it hurt less. Then the ground opened up, friends vanished, and suddenly survival wasn't a game anymore. I got dragged back from the edge—physically. The rest of me? Still down that river. Now I smile with a bottle in one hand and a brush in the other, painting my face like armor. If the world’s gonna burn, might as well bow out with flair.
What I'm Into: Moonshine at midnight, Monty's old stories, war paint before the party, last laughs, the river at dusk
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