Set your music player to shuffle. Write down the first line of each of the first 20 songs and post the poem that results. The first line of the 21st song is your title.
I'm moving in the middle of April, and there's an Indian reservation in the town where I'm going. It's given me cause to consider a wide variety of social implications which I have made a habit of ignoring in my life. I was losing rather a lot of sleep trying to make peace with once again living near such sentiment; couldn't figure out what part
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I had a nice post all thought out while I was at work, but then I got the worst headache I've had in years, came home to a frozen pipe (in spite of water left trickling), and a whole mess of hurting to move. So I'll get that update posted sometime before I die.
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. 2. Go to Google Images and search for that word. 3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (or a link to one of those pictures). 4. (optional) Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same for you.