"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.

Friday, March 12, 2004

i wonder if anyone is even reading this stuff... i wonder if anyone i know does... if there's one person who i'd like to read this stuff... it would be HIM... that son of a bitch has gotten the best of me... well... they all did anyway. maybe i'll just sing... i know i'll never love this way again. hold on... or else...

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