This is so emo.
From everyone and their mom.
Put your media 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.
My iTunes currently consists of 9843 items, which take up 39.68 gb, and would take 24 consecutive days to go through. Skipping pieces without words as well as pieces not in English.
Isn't She Lovely?
I won't shiver in the cold,
Lie still, little bottle,
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
Morning bell, morning bell.
I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time,
Hello, I've waited here for you,
I don't feel a thing, and I've stopped remembering,
Well I'm dropping bars like a page three star dropping bras.
I never knew things could be so slow,
Our lives were one, our lives were one,
Escape from the sinking, do you see what I mean?
Say hello to the rug's topography.
The sound of God is the screech of tires,
the lunatic is on the grass,
A child arrived just the other day,
I've got my house surrounded, I know I'm in there.
Up, up, and away she goes!
Union Jack and Union Jill, back up and down the same old hill,
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do,
I walk along darkened corridors.
Put your media 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.
My iTunes currently consists of 9843 items, which take up 39.68 gb, and would take 24 consecutive days to go through. Skipping pieces without words as well as pieces not in English.
Isn't She Lovely?
I won't shiver in the cold,
Lie still, little bottle,
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
Morning bell, morning bell.
I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time,
Hello, I've waited here for you,
I don't feel a thing, and I've stopped remembering,
Well I'm dropping bars like a page three star dropping bras.
I never knew things could be so slow,
Our lives were one, our lives were one,
Escape from the sinking, do you see what I mean?
Say hello to the rug's topography.
The sound of God is the screech of tires,
the lunatic is on the grass,
A child arrived just the other day,
I've got my house surrounded, I know I'm in there.
Up, up, and away she goes!
Union Jack and Union Jill, back up and down the same old hill,
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do,
I walk along darkened corridors.