"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.

Monday, May 31, 2004

the biaatch within... a mini-sequel

okay! never ever, and i mean EVER! wear my jacket with or without my permission. it's bad enough that you're gonna wear it without my consent, and the worse part is you don't even look half as clean as i am! you got away with it this time, but the next time you do that... you're gonna get what's coming to you! bullshit!

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