Carnival Kids!

The Carnival is the coolio place


where stuffed toys hang like demon-dolls





that are saved from the gallows


and adored for being cheap and tacky


beneath the city-night skyscape.


Under the watchful gazes of Chaplin and Monroe


lies a world of colour bombs


and sisterly love (of $16 you-say-candy-floss-I-say-cotton-candy).


There's the one that dragged us here,


the smiling empty soul (who "isn't" emo),


and the scary-scared holiday child.


And with our powers combined...




we spent $480 getting in, getting lost, getting toys, getting photos anf getting the hell outta there.





You should be old enough
You should be old enough
You should be you,
Should be old enough
You should be old enough