But I’m not alone. There’s 7 million of us out of power now, and a big club.
Tonight feels eerie.. It’s creepy with the wind blowing listening to AM radio, prophets who predict doom and truck drivers who see gloom..
All the news unfit to print, soiled with the history of anthracite, minus the stench of sulfur..broadcasting online in HTML and CSS in living color.. extending around the world, from Maine to Mexico, and Russia to the East. Updating and uploading from the deep and dark coal mines of Pennsylvania, all the way to the deepest and darkest trenches of the Milky Way galaxy. I have grand ambitions but few illusions.