cars brush past my ear every few seconds know that at night near a dark room in a dark room I sit in front off my darkened computer in my darkened computer huddled in the corner of the room with my favorite belongs nightime, no lights on nor nonemuch out my window the top shattered pane through which the wind comes in as of a column a cool surypy breeze wafting my two candles set side by side though the wicks are set deep as in two translucent jars %%i tell creepy pirate stories, hair raising death screams%%