"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.

Saturday, May 22, 2004

okay... today OFFICIALLY sucks! i just saw his picture on friendster... you know who i'm talkin' about... the guy that's had me for the past two years. continuously haunting me and killing me in my own dream... this is a drag... how ever much i say that i'm over him, i just sink deeper into his charms... that song is right... i just go crazy... everytime i look in your eyes i go crazy... this is bullshit people! just bullshit!

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