"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, June 13, 2005

red isn't the new brown

hey! can anyone tell me how to get a permanent tan? i mean... i think i like it better when i'm all tanned and browned up... i dunno... been pasty white for almost all my life anyways... let' try spending the rest of it with classic kayumanggi.

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