"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, August 09, 2004

what is wrong with me? nothing ever sticks... i'm like teflon for gay relationships! after the string of bad relationships i had... i begin to wonder... am i the only person who is experiencing this? or are there other people out there who have the same problem that i have. and then i ask... how do you keep a relationship going when there's no relationship to keep?

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