HAH! It doesn't mean anything so stop asking.
Sometimes I forget I once had regular readers.
I don't even know why anyone came here to read my poorly-documented, very mundane day-to-day life. I think I even intentionally spelt things incorrectly...in a BAD way. *shudders*
But that was before we all wanted more control over who read our posts & migrated to livejournal. It's fascinating. We toyed with the anonymity of the world wide web - poured our hearts out, spoke of secrets and gave insight into our vulnerabilities...
It was all fun and games until we tipped the balance & gave too much away. We posted photos and email addresses. Our friends joined the blog circles, fellow blogging community became friends & then we couldn't take it all back. In hindsight, it never had to be that way.
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Recently, my old playlists are unleashing their cruelty upon me. Even Japanese lyrics are having their say. FML. Why did I learn the damn language?
Then a song will come around & nail it but it would make me smile. I smiled at every verse.
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days were long.
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.
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