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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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Thursday, July 11, 2002
[i need to stop watching that same video repeatedly... even if it is amazing...]
3:14 PM
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