Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! You’ve come so far to be with us in this city of the damned, this darkly blazing ruin they call San Diego! You’ve even managed to find your way to tables F3 and E9!
I ask you… can you go on?
Dare you brave our dazzling cavalcade of mystery? Behind each curtain lies the unthinkable, the unknowable, the unwantable! Do you have what it takes to peer behind the very fabric of reality? To lift the hem of this veil of tears and see what lurks... beyond?
Do you think art is for the birds? Does the idea of cold little feet tipped with razor sharp claws scrabbling in your eye sockets make you ‘orni? Then let me challenge you with this perilous personality… Sarah Feliciano the Ornithological Oddity! They say one in the hand is worth two in the bush! I’ll let you be the judge…
Birds aren’t your thing you say? Then what about something of a more piscine persuasion? The chill delights of the unfathomed deeps pervade our next act! Gasp in amazement! Flop in wonderment! Stiffen with rigor when you see… Thomas Bryski and His Dancing Fish! Afterwards, why not stop by our concession stand for a nice snack? I recommend the Bryski and chips! It isn’t fresh, but at least it’s tasteless!
But refund your money? No, that is an act of prestidigitation that even the mysterious mystic Jose Feliciano could not perform!