"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.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

school's about to end... still in deep shit with my transcripts... hehe! still in deep shit with HIM... about to see more of his face now... deep breathing exercises needed... have to get slimmer... this isn't working...

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