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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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Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Fredericksburg, Jerusalem, Afghanistan
chains, chains, chains
hold back the most wonderful, pure, perfect beings
overwhelming freedom ignored
for mudpies and swampsoup
gracious, spacious, audacious existence,
superabundant, incomprehensible
sold for decay and death
sold for convenient diseases and hopes-to-pleases
sold for hollow excuses of fear and intellect
already destroying the temple's exterior
discarded for forced ignorance and forgotten eternity
disregarded for condoms and booze
to fill up the cavern of discontent
deep within everyman
chains, chains, chains
of dope and no hope and convention
of independance and codependance
of mediocrity and slant-rhyme complacency
hold back the masses--
hold back the single, unique, most beautiful creation
in everyman
repressing perfect liberty
spectacular and explosive,
shining and contagious living
lost to indignation
lost to apathy
lost to family vacation
so we could just get along
replaced by regret
and forever goodbyes
and non-existant hellos
with futile intentions to fulfill
chains, chains, chains
broken by a word--
a thought:
submission
-I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by reality television-
4:31 PM
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