"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, June 09, 2004

today... today is good... woke up early... went to the mall (which was about 120 sumthin' kilometers away, by the way)... chacked the friendster account... saw somethin' i liked. happy is the theme for today.

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