is now finished. It's done. It will lie here, preserved for your delectation, so that each one of you (and yes, there are many of you out there) might sweep away its dead leaves at your own leisure. None of these secret thoughts is an end in and of itself; they are only the skin and frame, the vessel for your evil ways.
Copyright (c) 1997, 1998 {hamlet}Ophelia. Inspired by Intimate Apparel: A Dictionary of the Senses, by Karen Elizabeth Gordon.