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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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Friday, February 07, 2003
it's a junkie's dream...
farming video game party all night long baby. sleeping in jefferson hall tonight. in the double that's a forced triple but is usually a quad anyway. lovely day today. i need to catch up on my schoolwork. and i'm scatterbrained.
tomorrow, i will take over the world.
but tonight, i will sleep.
--note to self: stop cursing.
2:15 AM
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