Who works at the carnival? Not you, but untamed Lions, contortionists who don’t bend back, funny mirrors that reflect the god-awful truth that reality is fragmented and no reflection reflects who you thought you were before. In a carnival it is all about Distortion, now we patch it up and send you home with something simple, fun, and easy: cotton candy. The sugar dissolves in your mouth like a cloud. You may be the carnival, but so is everyone else. Outside of the carnival is the crazy world out there. Most people are not aware that the outside world is the real carnival. We think in opposites, it’s gone and you feel crazy again–back at the inner carnival of excellence.You move beyond the scary carnival of your mind. Everyone holds up a funny mirror representing who you are to them. There might be a lot of overlap between how people see you, until your reflection shatters in the face of interpersonal multiplicity. So long as we’re open and the carnival continues, a word about lion taming. Don’t get eaten. If you fuck with our carnival, we will turn your carnival upside down when we hold up the funny mirror and you will internalize the hatred of not only the father but your mother too.
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