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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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Saturday, August 17, 2002
cut.
and all I offered was my everything
cut--with justice
and there was nothing else I had
cut--again
and I had meant to end the anguish
cut.
2:11 AM
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