When I was seven, Mom offered me five bucks.
Let me go to the fair with my fellow people.
There's a lot of TV shows down there.
It's a mysterious and powerful place where there are meetings.
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A woman comes up on a rope like a man.
They're not ordinary people. They must be something to me.
The power of God can do what no man can do.
Because of the power of God, they can make it so fierce.
And the lions and tigers bowed down and obeyed. Then we...
Buying a three-dollar cheap ticket into a mess.
Not even in the round shed. And so he jumped.
See the first male artist in his 40s on a high rope.
Wow, that's really tall. I gotta lift my neck up.
Watching the performance on top of your head.
The secret to their power, I think. It's been a long time.
Half a man, dark, rough legs to the back of his foot.
Shoes. His eyes on the rope are bloodlined.
Think about it. Under the stage, laughing, or staring at him.
One step at a time, and one step at a time, with an ink-green curtain.
There's nothing under your feet.
I'm guessing that they must be moving around the lake.
It's a show like this over and over again.
Let yourself step on this thin line above this moment.
I'm sure it's not as funny as I think it is.
Easy.
They're looking at their animals outside the curtain behind the stage.
First time I saw a lion. A lion with dark eyes
The tail has little hair and has a lashes.
The white tiger next door was turned into a yellow tiger.
Skinny bones speak for themselves. In front of every animal.
There's an iron pot, and there's even rice.
Instead of being surprised by this rare species, it's a heavy feeling.
I don't understand. The king of beasts and the king of the forest.
That's not true. Even if you drink blood, blood becomes the same.
Born blood, king. In the savannahs, there are sutures in the forest.
The day has strong claws and the night has fierce eyes. And now
It's like two big cats in a cage.
I can't believe it. I forgot that beasts eat people.
They are worried about the dangers of serving them.
I just hate the cat without the prairie.
Go back to the show and play the sword.
When it's over, it's a fake sword.
The scenes, the bloodstained scenes, the sweats.
Give it up. Give it up. Lights out. It hurts in front of you.
It's so exciting. It's like a laughter.
It's red with a strange tentacle, making my skin numb.
I can't look anymore.
It's only a few years since I've been able to understand the meaning of the beast.
The red peach liquids that the circus whose nose is in conflict with the human blood.
The smell of low-level paint in the liquid; the eye contradicts the thought
The great beasts are described as dead and leftovers
And the conflicting wounds are appreciated and pain is paid for.
Move. In fact, it's called the survival of secularism.
And then it was like, "Eat it, those.
People who think they have the power to kill. Please sharpen your teeth and chew them.
The shackles come out of this place and become real tigers."
But, one day at the bottom, one day you can't say that.
"I'm watching."