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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
thoughts are here. some are mine. some are serious. some are not. some are in verse. some are not. some tell the big truth. some tell about me. some are important. some are trivial. it's my outlet and a holding place for my most ephemeral thoughts.
12:07 AM
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