Trust but verify. Using Reagan's memorable line to begin what will be my last entry here tricks this one and only reader into thinking "he must have gotten conservative in his golden years." Horseshit. My reasoning has become more liberal despite the nazification of the word and only my pledge to withhold additions to the yellular crowd keeps me from toxifying the page with political shit- throwing. I'd like a peaceful closure to these exercises because happiness is peace. Yard ornaments understand this and vital beings do, too, but forget. Holden made us back up our words with after-thoughts and 50 years later all I want to do is you know. Restate the obvious, crown the cola nut and free all the gray matter before the words run out. Distillation requires re-dos so the gist here is to avoid the need for filtration. It's not just a back-up from not enough letters nor is it word play as a game instead of a sport. And pretending to have keys to the kingdom is business charm school trivia. Passion is never wasted on the romantics but nothing here ever matches the splendor on the simmons. Of course, this is not the last entry, I just used that to make me wonder what I'd write. More of the same, as you can see. All perfection.