The confounded ramblings of Engel No 7 which she may well wake in a sweat at midnight to delete.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Midnight
'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood , And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on .....
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