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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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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, October 29, 2002
compassion brings obscurity (at least for today)
it is sent. it is sent.
i pray i have cut out an ashen heart for one of flesh.
pain will likely ensue, but such is the cost of living.
3:05 AM
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