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.
The Kids Are All Fucked Up
I feel so unsure as I take your hand an lead you to the dance floor.
I've kissed the moon a million times
I had a nightmare
Life, it's ever so strange
I feel it this tension inside of me
I dreamed I was missing
Wake up everyone
One song about a girl
Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck
Tell me who do you think you see
We might kiss when we are alone
It's hard to believe it came to this
The city is at war
Some say, now suffer all the children
These cities blur before me, a swirl of colors leaned against the sky
Last week when you were cruisin
I look into the window of my mind
Times are strange
It's far beyond your reach, it holds a place in time,
I'm the type of girl to look you dead in the eye-eye.
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гыгыгы, а мне даже нравится, что получилось. где-то даже более-менее смысл проглядывает.