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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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Wednesday, February 27, 2002
You know Jon, you're latest title-type thingie is pretty weak. "Suicides...dark wind.."
are you alive?
is God alive?
is the grass green? [though that's irrelevant really, it's a plus]
is the sky big?
are you infinitely small?
remember, Poe is fiction.
fiction.
especially considering your latest quote about the selfishness of introspection.
ps i'll take this post down eventually if it annoys you.
3:10 PM
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