Circus. Patrons are the clowns. Notta tent, butta baskball stadium. Royal purples and pinks, stalwart yellows and Buddhist monk orange. There should be an odor of popcorn, of cigar smoke, of asbestos - particles collide and swirl in the atmosphere. Fires burn as medival torches from ends of row seats.

I would be so much more at ease if the Insane Clown Posse was playing from center ring. That would make this trip peak.

Antannae and hinged, spindly insect legs cavort in shadows from the burning. What issat center stage issa pair of naked humans, hoisted on crossed beams - X's - pierced with stainless steel pikes so thin the only way the crowd assembled can distinguish them from background is the long , tied scarves draped upon them by overly large robotic armitures. Most slide down to the mooring at stage floor, forming an ankle deep handkerchief blanket.

The entertainment are very much alive, though many have passed through organs. Tears cloud their view of the crowd assembled. Blood bathes the wooden slats their apparatus is nailed to. Entire set dressing fastened with rough hewn rusted railroad spikes.

I am standing back to wall at bleacher apex.

I am viewing lower deck, General Admission.

I am center stage, between the X's.

Crowd responds with gritting cheers and ultrasonic whistles.

Though the olfactory is gone, hearing has been extended. Brain struggling to deal with new information. With so much more headroom, the movements of every respiration from every assembled breast are individually identified.

I can tell from this distance that what I assumed was the main attraction are male and female. The woman is singing " All The Pretty Little Horses " as best she can with foreign objects impaling her lungs. From this perspective a splintered wooden cage is visible , halfway obscured by a hastily, or perhaps flourishly, applied canvas tarp. Tinier sets of fingers clutch the rent wood, bleeding and dirty.

Something deep within me knows these are the progeny of the couple on display. It is they who are the ticket drawing event. I have arrived as the guest of honor just in time. Something deep within me also knows that I am to be the guest host.

This is for my benefit.

( It is. Yr fält. )

The words may or may not be spoken aloud. My intuition is not accustomed to such high frequncies....

See you next episode.

Thank you for you time.