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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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Thursday, March 06, 2003
man, my last entry came off as so trite. i totally didn't mean it to be that way. it's totally genuine. i mean, take a look at my other entries, am i usually cheesy and fake? it's all true. today was gorgeous. and all of the things i mentioned were beautiful to me. beautiful. today was overwhlemingly so.
2:16 AM
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