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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, February 25, 2003
i'm much happier now, by the way. that was an angry angry post. it was probably one of my worst nights in a while. i'm far better. not perfect, but far far improved.
3:16 AM
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