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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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Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Recent Conclusions in brief:
Sans Son, Love is:
A. Passion. Unreasonable. Foolish. Selfish.
B. Security. Empty. False. Selfish.
The only love I'm certain of:
Died on a tree. Was unrequited. Hated by His children. Incarnated deity.
With Him:
Mutual encouragement to strive towards eternal good--not just each other. Reasonable passion. Work. Selfless. Benefits more than two.
pop-media skews truth more than hate. appealing lies.
I must sound jaded. I am. I must sound loveless. I'm not.
Be hated for telling truth or loved for telling lies.
[thanks to B squared for the advice]
10:39 AM
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