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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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Thursday, February 21, 2002
pssssssssssst... wake up!!!!!!
the sky is big
God is alive
Creation is moving
wake up
make something
involve yourself in the great aesthetic
perfect? no.
troubles? yes.
dead? not yet.
alive?
9:18 PM
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