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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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Friday, December 13, 2002
i know that i must have some biological problem, because i can't think of anything sad right now, even though i feel terrible.
11:24 PM
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