There was a girl with purple and pink hair. She also had knobs in her forehead, yes knobs tattooed over like little horns. There was some sort of artillery or horse tack handing from holes in her face that sparkled and caught my eye. I have to admit I was taken aback being so close and I may have studied her face a little too long because she heaved herself toward me and in a threatening voice asked “What the F*** are you looking at?”

I kid you not.

The circus wants us to look away…