acircusgirlsmuse-blog

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I just love it when people create new art for the performers

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Welcome to our wicked little fascinations, Right on time to join us for the ride. We devise an antiquated machination; oddities await, so won't you kindly step inside?

Because that’s what the Night Circus is... isn’t it?

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Welcome Lords and Ladies; Tarts and Trollope; Friars and Flagellants As we open this glorious season of killing, in Jesus name.

Reach into the Crypt, for there your future lies Free you from your past, and all your human ties Happy little larval friends will dine upon your skin. We’ll pocket your gold teeth before we notify your kin. Bury you beneath the shade of the old hanging tree. Burn you at the stake and then we’ll dance in ecstasy. Purified by fire you see The Truth will set you free. We’ll feel better when we know you’re there eternally.

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And the black sign painted in white letters that hangs upon the gates, the one that reads:                                           Opens at Nightfall                                            Closes at Dawn

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No matter who you are, no matter where you live, and no matter how many people are chasing you, what you don’t read is often as important as what you do read.

Horseradish, by Lemony Snicket (via cuppajoebooks)