"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, July 06, 2005

seen houdini? he ain't got no shit on me!

all it takes is one sentence... even just one friggin' phrase or clause... and that one magic word. try it... and i guarantee... i'd give houdini a run for his money...

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