I'm tempted to reveal the 10 most deepest, darkest secrets of my soul and the 10 most hurting vulnerabilities of my heart and the 10 most defunct, defective dysfunctions of my mind.  Here.  But only for 10 minutes exposure top.  Then swoosh 'em away.  One a day.  Over the next 30 days.  At totally unanticipatable times of the day.  In a manner that will not be viewable through email subscription (just a technical detail I will not bother you with) lest someone think they can catch up via subscription without paying attention.  A form of Russian blog roulette, if you will.  And if you read, you watch me shoot myself in the head.  Otherwise, I flush my deepest dreads into cyber-oblivion and thus catharize my hurts forever more.  Yes, I'm tempted.  Bang.  I live.