(they'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities)
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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.
This Isn't Your Song
I can't read sin for what it's like
You're walking like you never seen the light
I wanna be the very best
That's the problem, dear
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
Green world, lovely chloroform
When I'm at the pearly gates
Well it rains and it pours
With all apologies you wake me up
Where the hell have you been?
A little after twelve
They tell us Autum's coming
Dearest constellation
Last night I had a horrible dream
I'll sing it one last time for you
Wake up, it's time
You change your mind
I don't believe in miracles
Bring your secrets to me
This burden's not a heavy one
I'm sort of amused by how much of the above is to do with sleeping, wtf. xD
Is 2pm. I'm in bed with a cup of tea and a kittycat sleeping on my feet, just about to venture outside for first cigarette of the day.