"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, February 08, 2004

now, this one's rich... i'm mad... no, drop that... i'm REALLY MAD!!! damn! i'm mad at a guy... a guy that's been haunting me for the better part of two years now... i know... sounds pathetic, eh? asking why i'm MAD at him? well, he hasn't really done anything... but that's just it! he's not doing anything! he's such a stupid, egotistical, conceited, self-centered bastard! a god damnned pain in the ass! that i just! i just... you know...

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