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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, April 03, 2003
tha angelic man-relic
so i'm pulling an all nighter mostly for the hell of it. i've been getting so much sleep lately, i am not tired.
alright, i've been listening to rap all day, i can't get enough.
so then i decide i better put on clarity so as not to get distracted while i write my paper.
total reverse culture shock.
i'm like, what $%@* is this @#$%???
and then i think to myself, chill out homie... you like this... trust me.
so i'm desperately trying to love the album that i normally find extremely accessible and good for endless repeat. but yet, somehow, i have so much trouble with it. i'm trying to be white again. it's... so.. hard.
all the sudden JEW seems like such pussies. like total losers. as in, why the hell did ever like this?
alright... slowly letting pop get back into the bloodstream... but it's taking alot of patience.
ok, i guess i'll go back to writing [or not writing] my paper.
man, i think i might prefer no music to this.
i want my Aesop Rock and my Eminem.
my Anticon. my Jurassic 5. my Lauryn Hill. my... oh never mind. i better write this dumb paper.
i am whatever you say i am
4:28 AM
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