From...everyone.
Dec. 4th, 2008 06:01 pmPut your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs.
Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Calling me high on the telephone
I'm not afraid of anything;
I sit and think about the day that you're gonna die,
and the women tug their hair.
We passed upon the stairs.
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home.
Through the night, to the day,
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane.
Sick puppy, you're a threat to the peace.
Waking up to find another day.
Can we make this last forever?
Ma wi ka ya ma na
Come on and listen to the mole rat.
Two weeks away, feels like the whole world should have changed.
Look, if you had one shot -
Here we go,
party at the church of Scientology.
Somebody once told me,
"Let's face the facts about me and you."
The king of Mars perfects his commentary skills:
You have my heart.
Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Calling me high on the telephone
I'm not afraid of anything;
I sit and think about the day that you're gonna die,
and the women tug their hair.
We passed upon the stairs.
I haven't ever really found a place that I call home.
Through the night, to the day,
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane.
Sick puppy, you're a threat to the peace.
Waking up to find another day.
Can we make this last forever?
Ma wi ka ya ma na
Come on and listen to the mole rat.
Two weeks away, feels like the whole world should have changed.
Look, if you had one shot -
Here we go,
party at the church of Scientology.
Somebody once told me,
"Let's face the facts about me and you."
The king of Mars perfects his commentary skills:
You have my heart.