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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, December 23, 2002
mewithoutyou has the most appropriate lyrics. i think this one phrases well my current emotions:
My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?
[The Two Towers was great!]
12:40 AM
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