STEAMPUNK16

In my late teens to my early 20s, I consumed copious amounts of alcohol, prescription pain killers, marijuana and psychedelics. I spent hours, days, weeks, and months to perfect the chase of the absurd and curious. This is my circus and I am the ringmaster.

I give you the altered states of the sad, but great, philosophers and martyrs of the game.

“Come one, come all! See the bearded Lady! Oddities like the Siamese twins, The painted man!”

“Come one, come all! You’ve never seen such freaks! And you can’t look away.”

“Come one, come all! Our feature presentation is the psychic, perhaps you might even say, a mad man. Someone who talks with the devil himself! In fact, possession of the demon spirit is PULSATING IN his soul. Right now! He secretes bile, and shit out of his belly button. He has flatulence, he has shit secretions. He is THE          epidemy of the damned!”

Take your hungry eyes off of me. I’ll show you some scars.