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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Friday, January 18, 2002
Isn't it divine
the time we take
to lose it?
run from me to me
hide in cyberspace
i hope i look pretty
lets be cool together
that's all that matters
people are jerks
lets tell them
and feel better because we did
Wait, what do i want again?
tell me before I think!
it's ok
always a billboard in sight
from sea to shining sea
12:12 AM
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