when the power goes out, we'll just hum

my nights, they end in train wrecks.

i can prevent this. i can NOT end it in wreckage each night.

it might be argued that i've come to find strange solace in wreckage. the continued assault on myself.

i've been watching a steady stream of tv crime doc shows. cold case files. notorious. american justice. the first 48 hours. there's been something comforting in them. senseless killings. any love stories end in murder. but then there is the methodical unraveling of the truth. fibers, dna evidence, confessions. most of the stories end with incarceration.

justice.

lifetime sentences. once in a while, if i'm lucky, there's a death sentence.

we can't go on like this, can we, blog?

for the longtime readers, thanks for your interest. this is my final blog entry. the last one ever. as god is my witness, this is the last blog entry i will ever write, ever ever ever.