Thursday, March 24, 2011

countdown


time for the countdown.
i just wanna get outta here.
i'm ready. itching...literally.



let go
of the stress
of the heartache
of the heartbreak
of the sorrow
of the hurt.

and embrace all this new stuff.

start a new chapter in my life.
it's slowly beginning...

i'm just sick for the big sun. now.


ph: ambon, indonesia

ph: indonesia







Countdown unless you're juvenile, let's go.

God bless you're missed somewhere.

We're sick for the big sun.

It doesn't matter what you did.

and if you did like you've been told.
 
Your lonesome will.


Is this knowledge?

As forgiven as you know somewhere.

your face will remain on.

It doesn't matter what you did.

and if you didn't ride, let's go.

Could.... an everlasting, that's what you want.

Cool, cool... and everlasting that's what you want.

Don't say no, you're breakfast eaten alone.

Do you remember when twenty-one years was old?
 

We're sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick.

We're sick for the big sun.

Alone though and drip drip drip drip drip drip drip.

I realize that too.
 

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