"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.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

some people have all the fuck... i mean, luck.
(originally posted for downelink's bulletin... this is the slightly edited version.)

the games people play...

the things people say...

may want to meet you someday...

or your C-U-Next-Tuesday...

kind'a sounds a bit cliché...

but no one gives a *toot* anyway...

you just ride this wave, and to your dismay...


been there, done that... and this is all too gay.

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