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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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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
you know, i would change my little message thingie, but i like that Rilke quote so much...
3:11 AM
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