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Dec 29, 2005 20:52

I dug this one out of the archives. I've disabled IP logging. This will go public and non-flocked. I'm setting myself up for trouble, possibly.

Tell me in an anonymous post

1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note. It doesn't have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. And a hint to who you are.

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anonymous December 29 2005, 22:08:36 UTC
1. I find the feel of latex against my skin unusually pleasant.

2. You make me feel as if I've read libraries vicariously through you.

3. You don't write slash (at least not where I can see)!

4. Even though we are not lovers, you are a constant erotic lure. (sorry, not for you, coco-darling, though I'm not saying you couldn't be if we ever met :)

5. Pick up all your chances / as the year advances, seize the day
It's all you can rely on / so at least try to die on your way
Coming down from the high and dry
Fall for the sky

6. The author of the above lyric ;)

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coconutswirl December 29 2005, 22:34:05 UTC
MMmmm .. I'm guessing someone who just went fabric-shopping today..

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anonymous January 3 2006, 20:53:07 UTC
God, am I that obvious? :)

And it wasn't even one of my own songs (and therefore not googlable!) - I wrote this thing ages ago for a mate with a band and a wordless tune. The really silly line in it is, "In the event/neither Newton nor the apple knew what would come of the collision". And yes, that is singable!

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anonymous December 29 2005, 22:13:17 UTC
1. One Secret ( ... )

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coconutswirl December 29 2005, 22:34:54 UTC
The Cardigans gave you away. And thank you. And you are right but I needed this break to gather my mind.

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anonymous December 30 2005, 00:16:22 UTC
1. One secret.

I despise inconsistency in myself and others though I realize it's an essential component of human nature.

2. One compliment.

You are a beautiful and bright woman.

3. One non-compliment.

I presume this doesn't mean "insult." :) I don't know what your thesis was about (or its equivalent, whatever final work you had to defend)

4. One love note. It doesn't have to be for me.

I still love you.

5. Lyrics to a song.

It’s been too long since we took the time
No one’s to blame, I know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It’s like we both are falling in love again
It’ll be just like starting over

6. And a hint to who you are.

I know you FEAR the Wallace monument. Mwaha.

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coconutswirl December 30 2005, 00:52:44 UTC
Hmmmmm.. no idea, actually. No idea whatsoever.

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anonymous December 30 2005, 18:53:45 UTC
1. I'm afraid I'm not able to live up to being the person my love thinks that I am and that he will one day figure this out and be disappointed and leave me alone.
2. You inspire me to read more/different books!
3. Your journal seems a lot less personal and more like a public blog these days.
4. Although you made me cry, as soon as you saw those tears, you immediately told me you wouldn't ever want to make me sad, and not to cry. Then a tear formed in your eye. I knew then how much you love me.
5. I say don't you know / You say you don't know / I say... take me out
6. I'm more of a third party acquaintance than an innocent bystander.

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coconutswirl December 30 2005, 21:16:30 UTC
HMmm.. no clue as to your identity. However, I'm intrigued by your "a lot less personal and more like a public blog" comment. I'm hiding, am I not?

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anonymous December 30 2005, 21:33:09 UTC
1. One secret.

I often wish I wasn't American.

2. One compliment.

You are so brilliant, you shine.

3. One non-compliment.

Yet you're just human like me.

4. One love note. It doesn't have to be for me.

I love you more than you know; that you're always here for me and the kids is beyond a blessing.

5. Lyrics to a song.

You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing

6. And a hint to who you are.

See lyrics above. :)

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coconutswirl December 30 2005, 22:35:47 UTC
I think I know you. My sweet darling L.?

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