So my friend Jake Moylen, a stupidly gifted Irish poet, was pissed on St. Paddy’s day and he gave me the most brilliant reading of an unpublished poem. I’m not one to get all lovey-dubby over literary works, but something about the way his voice caught when annunciating his words hit me right in the cervix. Anyways I closed my eyes listening to it and saw this. I don’t know if he was even talking about a fire worshiping occult scene, but too bad. You’ll all just going to have to deal with it.