Nothing to say about Phish, just a final post from Vermont as I pack my car for the trip back to Concord. I had a beautiful winter, and felt "settled" more than I have in a long time. Goodbye Vermaggots, Hello Massholes.
Promising to do my best to stay sane in Mass.
Goodbye Leah and Em-- til next adventures on the ice...
Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own
I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
He's leaning back, time to attack, IT'S ME who's in control
And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time
He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine
Defeated now I sulk and squirm in mud with frozen mice
Waiting, calculating till NEXT he ventures onto the ice.
You're welcome back any time, loser.
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