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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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Monday, May 20, 2002
oh, and heaven.
i hate what the world has done to heaven.
made it into an eternal catholic service.
DISGUSTING.
it is soooooooooooooo much better than that.
the fulfillment of the deepest desire
the one i feel late at night when i am desperate, lonely, and confused.
the restoration of all that is broken.
perfect fellowship with man and God.
Rest.
Joy.
Peace.
Acceptance.
Satisfaction.
soon...
9:57 PM
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