"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

i'm a little bit of vanity, i'm a little bit of narcissus...

now... i don't know what kind of straight-up-punk-assed operation they run up there... but, this is some messed-up-shit! LoL!!! just kidding... but this one really cracked me up... i mean, who'da thought, right? not that i'm being suckered in to some narcissistic loop... but, oh what the hell... just see for yourself... hehehe!
credits go to:
http://www.play-analogia.com/cgi-bin/index/ (where you can find this program under the Try It section...)
and of course, superboy of :
http://superboyspeaks.blogspot.com/ (for posting his blog with the link to the Analogia site...)
so, go ahead... satisfy your curiosity... (and your vanity... hehe!)
so, my little grasshopper... you have come here from the land they call Downelink... from here, you may proceed to the land they call Picturetrail...

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