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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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Wednesday, April 16, 2003
life is beautiful.
people are beautiful.
the sky is beautiful.
sometimes, i wish i could exist as only an observer of everything.
but then again, i love creating things.
and sucking the marrow.
i guess i'm a contradiction.
Jesus still loves me.
...i never understood that.
1:10 AM
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