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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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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Sunday, February 17, 2002
if someone were to tell me all the things i should know to properly prepare for next year, i'd probably freak out. i like my youthful bliss... however little time i have left. i don't want it to end if possible. but i do. and it should. and it will. and i should probably start packing now.
11:16 PM
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