Finis (or in the vulgar) The End

Life,

I do believe that I have just completed my deletion fiasco of the majority of my meaningless and quite unrelated rantings on my profile. Just give me about a year and I'll kick myself in the ass for not listening to the bold dried blood colored words that told me to proceed with caution or I would never again see those letters. I really do wonder why they chose that color for the words on this site. Eh, contrast I suppose.

I guess my version of growing up can basically be summarized by the term calcification, which if you think about it could be defined as growing hard and cold. Although not all calcium is cold let's just go with that for the sake of well worn analogies shall we?

In the long run I've found that I have run out (no pun intended, or perhaps maybe it was) of sympathetic offerings to give to the people troubled by your pesky rollar coaster style of writing. Some will always be ready to throw their arms in the air and yell and scream and have a great time, some (like me) will always try to have fun but (whether admitingly or not) subconciously duck for fear of being hit or thrown from the cable car, more so will be constantly frightened, adjust to that, and never again come back to the theme park, and still others will throw a huge fit and get off the ride claiming to be on the verge of fainting for nothing but the attention.

Or in the vulgar,
Kiss your ass? Well fuck you too.

--by Hiatus Moon, behind closed doors, 10/02/2009