Light a flash and the magic starts,
To the stage, to the crowd, to the person you play nightly.

Dance and sing to the colored lights.  Now watch our tricks, now watch our trade, we're live and every night is a new sight of wonder and you wonder how we do what we do.

We're entertainers who work with smoke, mirror and shadow to create the spectacles of light and sound, high flyers and fire breathers, so welcome to the show and take a seat number crunchers and daydreamers.

We are the way to release, we provide you with the escape you want, you need, you're afraid to let go. So let us let go for you.

Come one, come all. Come big, come tall, come short, come small. Bring your smiles, bring your dreams, bring your family, friends and loves.

Moment to moment, watch our movements and watch what we do because while we do what we do and we do it for you, we do it for us because no one else will.

Entertainers entertaining the ideas that you dream of, that exist in your mind and dreams.

Are freaks electric?
Do they shock you? Do they put a fear into you? Are the oddities that odd in the light of the day?

Are freaks taboo?
Do they deserve they shadow hand? The second hand citizenship of fellow country men? the shun of woman and the mockery of the children?

Are freaks limited?
A rare breed, something fresh and new, something strange and beautiful. Are freaks uncommon to your life? To your world?

Are freaks diseased?
Riddled with the plague? Cursed with disability? Are freaks inhuman?

Are freaks freaks?
If respect is odd, if simply civility has gone, if that is so strange and we are paranoid of one another then mayhaps we are freaks in our own way. Just because the body lacks deformity does not mean the mind does.

Does not mean the spirit or intent does.
The worst freaks look like humans, they learn how to speak like us, to walk, talk and dress like us. All the while the dark intent lies behind the smile and jokes, behind the kind gesture.

Joesph Merrick was not an animal. Ted Bundy was.

I stood by the bay and cast my problems away.
Into the shifting sands went my life, sand castles of dreams and hopes- the life of a younger man I did see wash away into the sea.

These old eyes have seen too much and learned too little far too late.

I have heard the call of battle far off from another room and as I turned off the T.V. I had another voice call out for me- changing rooms and places with each other- we're as fickle as the waves.

So the hourglass drains from one end to the other and no one to flip it, this is how we run out of time.

With age comes wrinkles and worry, with age comes debt.

So I stand by the bay and wait for the waves to wash me away. Sand castle life, King of the beach.

I'd rather sleep than die
I feel like my wings have been ripped from my back;
I am the fly.

I am the voice inside of my own head,
I am the headache that I try to kick back with pills as I drown them with water and hope that it sinks.

Sleep at my fingers tips yet I can't get a grip.
I'm losing control now but somehow I still have enough to type these words.

I am the man in the mirror who believes I can cross over if I stare into my reflection long enough.

Now I lay thee down to sleep- is a joke at best.
But allow me to digress, surely I jest.
Word play is the new flirtation and  an argument with myself may as well be *******.

I speak in tongues that I can only say when I'm sleep deprived and half dazed.

Come now with the sun to try and bring clarity, I close my eyes and ignore the message, unfazed I remain.

A name in lights
Stageshow acts, a real freak and geekshow.
So leave your conventions at the door, hang your hat and check your coat because you're going to want to stay awhile.

The stage of lights is built and the stage is set for your entertainment.
Twinkle twinkle Hollywoodland
Your name in lights and fame right in your hands.

Another day in paradise and I'm falling for the lies again, the beauty and tragedy of stories, a city of the lost and found.

A name in lights twinkle twinkle Hollywoodland.

There’s a man with a mask and a plan and a dream and although he’s just a man he’s far more than he seems.

The man puts on the mask and the magic starts, the goal is simple. To capture your hearts.

I want to light the fires of your passions, want to inspire your desire, look at the lights and the fashion.

If we are the artists and this is the art, then you are living it as we create it. You are a part of it.
We present you with the strange, we show you the sideshows of the past in modern flare.
This is vaudeville this is show this is an indulgence. So runaway from reality into the Shadow Show because our doors are open and we’re ready to entertain.

Trust the man in the mask because you’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain
everything you’ve seen so far is just the beginning, the rest is clawing at the door just waiting to show itself.

So, trust the Jester because I haven’t told you a lie you haven’t liked. He’s an honest charlatan, everything you see before you is as real as you want it to be. So surely you jest because we’re the best at what we do and what we do is to bring the strange, odd and wonderful to you.

Let us inspire your desire. Let the real world go- if even for a night.
You’re living art while we live this life. It’s who we are and what we do. Our blood on the stage our dreams hang overheard, to make you smile to make you scream. It’s a little scary and that’s the tightrope we walk, dancing on the edge of a knife.
So, we trust you to trust us and we trust the Jester.
If only for one night you walk into our world we’ll pluck the stars from the sky and burn brighter than any light you’ve known. If only for one night you want to let go, let us take you on a journey you have only dreamed of