"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, September 12, 2005

at the risk of sounding like an air-head...

would like to thank "anonymous"... :) glad to know someone's reading my shit out here... hehehe! will check out that site you said... however, an error occurs when i try to access the link... anyways... this is to the kittens... may the Almighty smiter have mercy on them even until one of us "comes"...

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