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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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Sunday, April 13, 2003
look who's having a ball
so i'm playing a show on thursday. if you're in the area, come on over. it should be a good time.
for now i'm going to do work. maybe...
i tried again
i failed again
to find out for myself
it hurts
for a lifetime
10:10 PM
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