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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, January 06, 2003
"our bones were chalk/ twisting over the board./ gentle and fragile." -The Robot Ate Me
2:38 AM
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