Treat for the Freaks IIIIIII

Treat for the Freaks: The Super Soft Seventh
June 21, 2025 — Somewhere above the sidewalks of Jamestown, NY
Doors at 6. Show at 7:07 PM sharp. Ends by 10 PM unless the walls start breathing.

They told me it couldn’t be done again. That the freaks had either vanished or been domesticated—scrubbed clean, filed down, and stuffed into ad agencies or vinyl pop-up art fairs. But they were wrong. The freaks are very much alive, and this time, they’re soft. Dangerously soft.

Burlesque ghosts drift through pastel fog. Comedians with cracked smiles carve truth into your guts. Poets chant like ancient mystics at a Dairy Queen. There’s ventriloquism, yes—but it’s haunted. And somewhere in the middle of it all, a black metal performance art piece will split the air like a divine tantrum. Don’t ask why. Ask where you left your glitter.

Featuring dive-bar prophets, song-slinging heartbreakers, drag clowns, death confessions, and at least one acoustic spirit named A Spiral Filled with Roses. Live art spills across the walls like holy water. You will not be the same. You shouldn’t be.

This is a three-hour hallucination framed as a show. A velvet nightmare sewn from cupcakes, grief, and glitter.

Come soft. Leave stranger.