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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 hate job-hunting. hate. hate. hate.
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I am moody.
+JON K. is my friend
+WITTY, intelligent underground music criticism
+JASPER is a really great guy
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
not enough hugs.
too many parking tickets.
that's all.
12:53 AM
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