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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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Wednesday, July 17, 2002
when we were twelve
5 guys, the ocean, a beachfront hotel, sand dunes, burgers/steak/chicken and a barbeque, cigars/pipes... it was a nice 3 days. a very nice 3 days.
11:30 PM
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