The Hidden Circus

Description: Hop. Scotch. Blink and I'm there.

Shimmering forms that bounced and boojied. Circus clowns with no faces, that corkscrewed into my soul. They saw the pipe I had in my hand, and made fun of a man smoking a cartoon. The smoke was a twisting, spiral of strange proportion. Train drivers, and bowling pins. Aztecs and snakes. Spots and stripes. Wiggles and straights. They would change a million times, shimmering like a chameleon. It was me who was rolling through the lenses in the church of impossible.

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