since I was young I've tasted sorrow on my tongue

[nematoddity]

World's greatest video, circa right damn now: "Coming Undone" by Korn. O. M. G. I mean, first, there's the ultimate realization that there is zero truth in image now--image can be manipulated so many ways, by so many different computer programs, that reality's becoming metaphoric in its wake--but there's also power in that, and whomever directed

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[nematoddity]

Only slightly less? :)

* I'll respond with something random I like about you.

I like that your online name (somewhat) syncs up with your real-life name.

* I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.

I'm really torn between answering, Phranc's version of "I Enjoy Being a Girl" and the Indigo Girls' Keeper of My Heart. The first one's slightly sarcastic but a good deal of fun; the last one's maybe two steps closer than I wanted to admit in public, but I can't get around it. :)

I'll name something we should do together.

I'd adore taking you through OMSI, just for the pure geeky pleasure of it.

I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).

On occasion, I have this dream that Jay's eyes are *always* flashing silver, and it's not just the full moon that does it.

I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

You wrote back. And you liked my poetry. In all the mania and hazy craziness of that time, you were an anchor.

Whether you wanted to be, back then, or not. :)

I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.

Well, this whole poem, actually. But this particular passage I keep coming back to, over and over:

OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

Hmm. Yeah. *Ahem*. That.

I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

Where did "Daisy" come from?

And that's all you get. *pulls hair over eyes and half-smiles*

[lemmealone]

Ack. Don't throw Whitman at me when I'm already sniffly. *g*

Also, Daisy came from the bottom of the world's biggest beer, and let's say no more about her. ;)

[nematoddity]

*offers virtual handkerchief, blinks innocently*

Allergies. They're really bad this year.

*squashes temptation to hug you within an inch of...something, which is impossible since I can't do it anyway*

World's biggest beer? Damn, and I'm not meant to ask. Alas.