"Wicked as fresh red paint and poisonous as dried spiders" since 2005.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
"I am wild, if you like; but I stayed in my burrow a long, long time -- nibbling your straws and snapping at your fingers, but always just a little out of reach. Until at last I got to trust you so much that one day I ventured out for a minute, -- and you threw rocks at me. And I will never come out again."--- Edna St. Vincent Millay