Meme time
Okay, I had to try this...and...it sort of makes sense? In a roundabout, bizarre sort of way.
Put 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.
Dearest Momsie and Popsicle...
The sun is shining, it's a lovely day
While truckin' down the road of life
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
I hear your voice
I know what you're thinking
At the end of the day you're another day older
Those you’ve known and lost still walk behind you
Sucks to be you
Flower said I wish I was a tree
Who knows how long I've loved you?
She's not a girl who misses much
Did that really just happen?
525,600 minutes
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mama who bore me
Love me cancerously
You fold his hands and smooth his tie
Calm down and get straight
In other news, unnamed project will henceforth be called "Project Moritz Feltfel"...and he now has a tiny half-vest...and still no head. Well he has a head but it's way across the room. Appropriately.
Edit: TINY JACKET IS FINISHED! ...except to put on tiny buttons. And I think I may have to put his head on soon. Mm.
Edit the second: I seem to have lost his head... :\
I will look for it tomorrow, I'm too tired to deal with this.
Put 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.
Dearest Momsie and Popsicle...
The sun is shining, it's a lovely day
While truckin' down the road of life
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
I hear your voice
I know what you're thinking
At the end of the day you're another day older
Those you’ve known and lost still walk behind you
Sucks to be you
Flower said I wish I was a tree
Who knows how long I've loved you?
She's not a girl who misses much
Did that really just happen?
525,600 minutes
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mama who bore me
Love me cancerously
You fold his hands and smooth his tie
Calm down and get straight
In other news, unnamed project will henceforth be called "Project Moritz Feltfel"...and he now has a tiny half-vest...and still no head. Well he has a head but it's way across the room. Appropriately.
Edit: TINY JACKET IS FINISHED! ...except to put on tiny buttons. And I think I may have to put his head on soon. Mm.
Edit the second: I seem to have lost his head... :\
I will look for it tomorrow, I'm too tired to deal with this.