a little coffee, a little rum. lets self medicate, says the bleak faerie! it hears the wings rushing in my heart, hears the locusts rising! it, mephit like, urges me to fit myself through keyholes, through the eyes of needles. i'm smoke! so the black god at my sternum falls silent! it is lulled again into quiesence. it maybe doesn't hurt that i am listening to the nightmare before christmas. there is something that billows up in jack's voice when he gets excited. jack, oh jack. halloween king & all smiles. he's so gosh darn swell.