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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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Sunday, May 05, 2002
i wonder why i am so nostalgic...
i need to get over the past...
i need to get over thinking music/things/people are important because they were good and relatively unkown.
i need to be content with things i have...
i need God.
10:47 PM
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