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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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Tuesday, March 26, 2002
should've posted something earlier... now i'm going to sound like i never feel good... i really did for a while there... not that feelings matter all that much.
10:54 PM
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