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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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Monday, May 27, 2002
jealousy is evil. i am glad i am not usually susceptible. usually.
it can be cruel though.
oh, i had another semi-memorable dream the other night. two in fact.
one was at a lake house with charles and his brother william. there were alot of LPs there. and a funny tape/cd player that apparently used to be williams.
in the other one i was running from this evil man who wanted to send me down a rollercoaster of death [like the one in that chevy chase movie where the evil judge who is fat and disgusting eats gross hot dogs and tortures people with closing rooms and rollercoasters of death and has two giant fat disgusting sons in diapers...]. guards went after me with paintball guns that make you fall asleep, but they didn't work on me apparently. so i kept running. and at one point i was at a ladder behind a small building. it was right near a fence, which if i could get to the top of the building i could hop over and be free of the evil place. unfortunately there was a guard walking onto the ledge of a nearby building as i started to go up. i thought he was going to leave but then he saw me. and i couldn't get up and jump without being shot. although the shots didn't put me to sleep, they knocked me too off balance to jump. then i woke up. typical. didn't get away. and no, Tim wasn't there.
12:37 AM
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