stolen from ~bryarcat (https://www.deviantart.com/bryarcat) cuz i felt like it O:
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.
Mortal eyes, looking through a veil of dreams.
Your empty walls, Your empty walls, Pretentious attention, Dismissive apprehension.
Oh, he's such a sucker from her head to her toes.
this a reggae music, Roots rock reggae, this a reggae music
I came 'round to your front door, your back door was locked.
With this ink in our skin we've sealed our fate, and the axe comes early.
So pull me out of this dream, Turn off the televisi