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They're Calling Down from the Mountain
In which I bid my farewells to Ice Planet Hell.
Thursday, 2004-08-12 | Classic Gin, Journal
Tonight is my last night on Ice Planet Hell.
For a second I felt like some sort of send-off, some kind of salute or retrospective, was in order. Now I don't feel like that so much.
When the sun's coming up like it is now it's hard to fend off the temptation to poeticize and rattle off lines about how secretly soft I really am--how I'm a teddy bear and I really do love you, baby, underneath it all.
Actually, it's not that hard. The bitterness is as close to the heart as it ever was.
I did feel something like remorse for a second there, though.
Who's to say?
