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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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Tuesday, February 25, 2003
sorry?
i no longer yearn for change in the way i once did.
is old age already setting in? am i becoming a republican again?
i want things to be righted, but i think i want the external world to change rather than the internal one. i feel like my insides are already set in the way that they will always be.
my throat is rotten.
rotten like the core of the wanton dream from which i still cannot divorce my everything.
we talked about 'forever'
and all our other useless words.
and maybe i wept real tears.
today i live in pollard. i will conquer midi and the theory that is music.
10:36 AM
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