Then it’s gonna get real Faustian real fast at my house.

I mean, I spoke the words I made the deal but never for a moment did I think that this thing was gonna work.

I’ve been throwing pennies into wells. I’ve been rubbing old bottles. I’ve been slaughtering my own chickens so I can look at the innerards and cast the bones and see what maybe could be the best resolution to this whole thing and meanwhile all along all we had to do was draw the pentagram light the candles whisper into the goat’s ear drag the special dagger across my forearm and it’s done.

It’s true what they say. The old ways are sometimes best.

If any of you have aspirations to Goethe and want to undertake my biography, please let me know in the replies.