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Posted by Michael Jas. Murray:
Lydia

   My life is wrapped around the circus.

   I always wanted to be a performer, although, to be honest, I would
   have preferred to sing. Singing sent my nerves dancing like charmed
   serpents, it made my spirit swell beyond my body. I could close my
   eyes while I sang and the world would be unfurled. That's okay,
   though. The sideshow is just as good.

   My performing name is King Indra.

   LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Come and See The Man of 1000 Eyes! Only Ladies
   and Gentlemen, mind you, no children. For the Lord Indra even has eyes
   upon his manliest of organs! The last Ocular Oracle of the Occident
   will look beneath the Horizon and tell your future. Come and see King
   Indra, Lord of 1000 Eyes!

   They let the children in anyway.

   For the record, if you don't count the ones I was born with, I only
   have three hundred and fifty-one eyes. I have eyes of all shapes and
   sizes, races and religions, glistening with every hue you can imagine.
   Some are painted the colors that the soul glimpses in those twilight
   moments before fading into sleep. Some glimmer with the memories of
   the dead.

   Lydia had magical eyes long before I did, two oculars painted in
   colored ink and noisy steel. She called them her Nightside Eyes and
   she had one above each hip. I used to caress those eyes with trembling
   fingers as I cradled my head upon her chest and drowned in the rhythm
   of her sleeping pulse.

   Lyd left when the Summer grew cold, telling me she had to outrun the
   vicious moon. I knew better, however. Lydia had a taste for flesh far
   younger than mine. She abandoned me to pursue the Broken Children, the
   little boys whose warped limbs would prevent them from escaping her
   advances.

   I still miss Lydia. Each time she stirs in my memory, I get another
   ocular inscribed upon my skin; weeping blood is more dignified than
   weeping tears. Sometimes the hum of the needle drowns out the echo of
   her heartbeat.

   When you have two pretty eyes, you become a model. When you have
   two-hundred pretty eyes, you become an attraction.

   Ladies and Gentlemen!

   Lydia may be the Queen of Tattoo, but I'm the undisputed King.

   Come and see the Man of 1000 Eyes!

   You can learn a lot from Lydia.