Smokey of the Migraines

There is pain the pain of life of death of war of childbirth. And then there is the pain of a migraine. An ocular nightmare with a surfeit of auras and screaming and monsters clawing inside a sufferers head. Through the noir pinhole of a beleaguered gangster the migraine is filtered in a stuttering cartwheeling ghost ship full of death and night and blood. Through war assassinations Catholic apostasy and crime Smokey of the Migraines has gone to the edge of the world where sea monsters hunt a migraine is a fall from grace.