8 SIDES....

To the octopus of subjugation, your arms no longer reach me, here in my incubation nest.

To the pirate ship, intent on plundering my ideals, I am on an uncharted island now.

To the blood-soaked vampires, flying erratically overhead, I long outgrew the myth of garlic and crucifixes.

To the Investment bankers, seeking to profit from my blood, I am locked in a safe that has no dial or password mechanism, so take this unique opportunity to absolve yourselves from attachment.