<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Urbmon116 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/urbmon116/</link><description>Recent content in Urbmon116 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/urbmon116/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Buried Love</title><link>/stories/2006/10/10/buried-love/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/10/buried-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My master loves me. That’s what I tell myself. It has become a desperate
mantra over and over with each breath. I’m becoming frantic. In spite of
everything I know I start to panic. I’m sure that my arms and legs are
flexing even if I can’t feel them. As the muscles of my torso tighten it
feels like cold snakes spasming over my chest and back. Only nothing happens
really. I feel but I don’t move. I’ve never been so immobile.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Buried Love</title><link>/stories/2006/10/10/buried-love/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/10/10/buried-love/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My master loves me. That’s what I tell myself. It has become a desperate
mantra over and over with each breath. I’m becoming frantic. In spite of
everything I know I start to panic. I’m sure that my arms and legs are
flexing even if I can’t feel them. As the muscles of my torso tighten it
feels like cold snakes spasming over my chest and back. Only nothing happens
really. I feel but I don’t move. I’ve never been so immobile.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>