MAY THE SIDESHOW BEGIN YOUR MAN FROM ESCOM IS A SCHIZOPHRENIC HE ALSO THINKS HE'S A MAN HIS OTHER HALF IS HIS SIDE-KICK. THE MAN FROM ESCOM IS A SCHIZOPHRENE HIS OTHER HALF IS HIS SIDEKICK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK SPINE CLICKED AND CAME OUT OF IT'S BOX MAY THE SIDESHOW BEGIN ONE ENDLESS PURSUIT OF WOMEN
If the euro zone doesn't come up with a comprehensive vision of its own future, you'll have a whole range of nationalist, xenophobic and extreme movements increasing across the European Union. And, frankly, questions about the British debate on EU membership will just be a small sideshow compared to the rise of political populism.
I also visited several healing meetings... and became angry with what appeared to be the manipulation of people for the material gains of the faith healer... Dressing like sideshow barkers. Pushing people over and calling it the power of God. And money - they were always asking for more, leading people to believe that if they gave they would be healed...
When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing.
Note the individual and subjective nature of each case. No two are alike and there is no reason to expect them to be. Each man or woman must find for himself or herself that occupation in which hard work and long hours make him or her happy. Contrariwise, if you are looking for shorter hours and longer vacations and early retirement, you are in the wrong job. Perhaps you need to take up bank robbing. Or geeking in a sideshow. Or even politics.
Robert A. Heinlein
AND DESIRE TO IMPRESS THEM YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK ON NEWS PROGRAMS AND APPLICATION PAGES FOR WOMENS' JOBS AND OTHER SIDE TOO LOOKED RATHER BIG SIDESHOW BEGIN YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK YOU ARE MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK, MY SPINETRAK
Peter! Were you looking for a horse-shoe?" "No; I was expecting the horse, but the shoe is a piece of pure, gorgeous luck." "And observation. I found it." "You did. And I could kiss you for it. You need not shrink and tremble. I am not going to do it. When I kiss you, it will be an important event - one of those things which stand out among their surroundings like the first time you tasted li-chee. It will not be an unimportant sideshow attached to a detective investigation.
Dorothy L. Sayers
It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stomach jump as it does when you see a preserved arm in a laboratory vat.
And any room that I enter may become a sideshow tent where I must take my place upon a rickety old bench on the verge of collapse. Even now the Showman stands before my eyes. His stiff red hair moves a little toward one shoulder, as if he is going to turn his gaze upon me, and moves back again; then his head moves a little toward the other shoulder in this never-ending game of horrible peek-a-boo. I can only sit and wait, knowing that one day he will turn full around, step down from his stage, and claim me for the abyss I have always feared. Perhaps then I will discover what it was I did - what any of us did - to deserve this fate.
I looked after that Dudley family for too long, over six years. His daddy would take him to the garage and whip him with a rubber hose-pipe trying to beat the girl out a that boy until I couldn't stand it no more... I wish to God I'd told John Green Dudley he ain't going to hell. That he ain't no sideshow freak cause he like boys. I wish to God I'd filled his ears with good things like I'm trying to do with Mae Mobley. Instead, I just sat in the kitchen, waiting to put the salve on them hose-pipe welts.
Iain MacGregor, ' she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear slid down her cheek. She touched her mouth, imagining his kiss. Taking a small pocket knife out of her cargo pants, she looked about. A mystic had once told her that if she left pieces of herself around while she lived, it would expand her haunting territory when she died. Jane wasn't sure she believed in sideshow magic tricks-or the Old Magick as the mystic had spelled it on her sign. She had no idea what had possessed her to talk to the palm reader and ask about ghosts. Still, just in case, she was leaving her stamp all over the woods. She cut her palm and pressed it to a nearby tree under a branch. Holding the wound to the rough bark stung at first, but then it made her feel better. This forest wouldn't be a bad eternity. The sound of running feet erupted behind her and she stiffened. No one ever came out here at night. She'd walked the woods hundreds of times. Her mind instantly went to the creepy girl ghosts chanting by the stream. 'Whoohoo!' Jane whipped around, startled as a streak of naked flesh sprinted past her. The Scottish voice was met with loud cheers from those who followed him. 'Water's this way, lads, or my name isn't Raibeart MacGregor, King of the Highlands!' Another naked man dashed through the forest after him. 'It smells of freedom.' Jane stayed hidden in the branches, undetected, with her hand pressed to the bark. 'Aye, freedom from your proper Cait, ' Raibeart answered, his voice coming through the dark where he'd disappeared into the trees. 'Murdoch, stop him before he reaches town. Cait will not teleport ya out of jail again, ' a third man yelled, not running quite so fast. 'Raibeart, ya are goin' the wrong way!' 'Och, Angus, my Cait canna live without me, ' Murdoch, the second streaker, answered. 'She'll always come to my rescue.' 'I said stop him, Murdoch, we're new to this place.' Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw, as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. 'Oh, lassie.' 'Oh, naked man, ' Jane teased before she could stop herself. 'That I am, ' Angus answered, 'but there is an explanation for it.' 'I don't think some things need explained, ' Jane said.
Michelle M. Pillow