"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, August 06, 2005

bull crap!!!!

why is everything so "putanGinang" slow? i am pissed... right here right now! and you! you you YOU! stop bugging me for a while okay?!! i'm figuring my own shit here!!! i might as well say that i'm mad at the world... and the world is hiding... i'll retreat... prince Valium... get ready...

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