index | archives | notes Monday, Sept. 11, 2006 12:30 a.m. << [ Oh ] >> I sleep alone, and barbed wire creeps out. It curls and twists out of my skin, ripping small slits where humanity leaks out. It wraps around people who get too close. I stir. I am the princess, the tower, and the curse. I did this to myself. Get away. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org