there was a moment of the old towering hauntings there. spotty. but i bore up arms against a hostile heart & overthrew it. i'm good at usurping the throne from holy terrors. it is all practice for the big event. so i guess now i just linger around the apartment all elfin? 'twixt the flotsam & jetsam of these inauspicious stars. twinkling my fingers. i'm not in the doldrums or anything, just inbetween the glass& the silver paint of the looking glass. sometimes i think about how what really killed all the cowboys was barbed wire. & how i want to kill everyone else with it.