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I dunno. This was jacked from peapods42. Because she's wicked.
1. Put your music player on shuffle
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title
Step by Step, Heart to Heart, Left Right Left
I kissed a drunk girl.
If I had a house of gold, I'd give you all I had;
Life inside the music box ain't easy.
I waited 'til I saw the sun
and I've got too much on my plate.
Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say.
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth--
By the bumper cars and the pretty twirling lights
She was just seventeen.
With sugar sickness
Whistle for the boys now, don't be shy.
Here lies everything
These broken arms won't hold you down.
Moth on the wall, you never fall.
Hey, Janet,
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now:
Toby, where are you, love?
Hands glued to the steering wheel--
Hands are red with your blame.
I made up my mind.
Had a minor breakdown earlier in the week. I'm assuming I'm going nuts like my mother, but I wouldn't fret if I were you. I'm quite alright. ;]
All my room-stuff is back and such, with the freshly painted walls all orange and awesome. I've started writing little drabbles again, woo~ I may or may not contact some of my realfic friends to trade-off muses. :o
Two people are in love (their words) with me. I have known one for thirteen years, the other for six. And I'm pretty sure I'm wholly out of my depth. I don't do emotions. This is fuckin' weird.
On the bright side, I've got a spike through my lip. It makes me happy.
I dunno. This was jacked from peapods42. Because she's wicked.
1. Put your music player on shuffle
2. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title
Step by Step, Heart to Heart, Left Right Left
I kissed a drunk girl.
If I had a house of gold, I'd give you all I had;
Life inside the music box ain't easy.
I waited 'til I saw the sun
and I've got too much on my plate.
Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say.
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth--
By the bumper cars and the pretty twirling lights
She was just seventeen.
With sugar sickness
Whistle for the boys now, don't be shy.
Here lies everything
These broken arms won't hold you down.
Moth on the wall, you never fall.
Hey, Janet,
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now:
Toby, where are you, love?
Hands glued to the steering wheel--
Hands are red with your blame.
I made up my mind.
Had a minor breakdown earlier in the week. I'm assuming I'm going nuts like my mother, but I wouldn't fret if I were you. I'm quite alright. ;]
All my room-stuff is back and such, with the freshly painted walls all orange and awesome. I've started writing little drabbles again, woo~ I may or may not contact some of my realfic friends to trade-off muses. :o
Two people are in love (their words) with me. I have known one for thirteen years, the other for six. And I'm pretty sure I'm wholly out of my depth. I don't do emotions. This is fuckin' weird.
On the bright side, I've got a spike through my lip. It makes me happy.