"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 29, 2005

mr. and mrs. plate...

"some things are true whether you believe in them or not..."

"i don't believe you... you feel that?!"

"i'm not afraid. when they ask me what i like the best, i'll tell them it was you."

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