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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, September 30, 2002
I'm sorry everyone. I just don't get depressed like I used to. Or have massive amounts of spare time [at least that I spend alone]. Or spend ridiculous amounts of time on my computer anymore.
This blog might perhaps shut down...
8:51 PM
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