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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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Sunday, February 09, 2003
home home home
yep. fist city for life baby. who knew paul, keith, daniel and i could actually make a decent song. i was impressed. daniel had some decent beats, paul had a decent progression and a really cool 2nd guitar line, keith played a fine rhythm guitar, i think my bassline fit nicely, and if i ever finish writing those silly lyrics, the song would be completed. and i liked it. darn it. and high fidelity always rules. i tihnk aim sucks though, so i'm going to bed.
[fear not jefferson, your adopted son will return ever so quickly]
all my love
2:56 AM
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