Stolen from severedscythe.
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.
This is the Way You Left Me
When there’s nowhere else to run…
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
You woke up this morning
I’m the bonecracker
Shut your mouth
I’ve seen it with my own eyes…
Beautiful girl, lovely dress
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
There’s so many things I like about you, I…
Laid back
If I could escape…
Will those feet in modern times
Now I’m a seasick sailor
I’m not a man, I’m a machine
I just don’t wanna be lonely
When they finally come to destroy the Earth…
Going down a hard road (just don’t know)
Keep you in the dark you know they all pretend
I cried on my blood day
Jimmy Brown, made of stone
Check it out. That’s… almost narrative. Bonus points to whomever can tell me what the songs are.
Trufax: I should be working on the next bugfix/minor feature release for JournalPress, as well as putting the finishing touches on the template here at β. I’m not… massivley keen on it, but it was an experiment in making a “painted” layout and I think some of the concepts work, if not the overall design.
I was gonna get stuck into both these things yesterday, but we had a Work Emergency and (alas) I’m the one on call.
Shit. That just reminded me I have to do work this afternoon, too. Fucksticks.
I want my weekend back.