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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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Friday, April 26, 2002
my apologies
sorry to anyone who read what was previously posted here. it was bitter and sarcastic. sure, i felt that way, but i shouldn't let my emotions get the better of me like that. i forgive everyone i was ranting against, and i hope whoever read that forgives me. hope no one was offended [if i'm going to offend someone, it ought to be with something better than that].
11:43 PM
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