I'll Turn It Off




I'd buy a boat and a sack of food, then go sailing until my skin unrecognizable, until the wind stop taking me through out the ocean.
Alone with the sun and early morning bird.
looking for the nearest island when it gets rough, wait until it calm.
On my bare feet, I'd make a fire.
I'd burn the fish.
Drink coconut.
Smooth sand would be the sleeping pad.
...I am out of my mind.

I am quite an idiot for not moving by a slide nor a glimpse.


and he was pleaded guilty. for the ever I have wasted.
I stayed unnoticeable.







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