"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, October 22, 2005

escape artist apprentice...

have you ever woken up from a dream state where everything was moving at a gradual pace, (and it was all peaceful, and just the way you liked it) only to be overwhelmed by the animated reality of your dark room? it may s0und like a mouthful, but it's very unpleasant... i am a troubled soul nowadays. and my conscience is a steadily growing nag that jumpstarts my monochromatic living here... once again, toxicity has reached critical levels.
i need an escape!

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home