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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, March 28, 2002
i am entirely too discouraging. i apologize. take into account this is a medium for release. if i am happy, i don't entirely need this release. not that i should be held accountable to my mood. or this blog. you didn't pay for it. i didn't ask you to look anyway. i'm recieving no profit. just, i hate to be misunderstood [and trite by saying that]. ugh, i hate being trite. but i am so often. and i really am misunderstood alot, and i really feel like i should try and make people see, but i feel like i shouldn't have to. an artist should not be... oh god... i just called myself an artist... sorry...
1:02 AM
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