bishbash

From a distant land that time forget it comes from the most perfect of blue landscapes it glows the deepest of oranges and heat from it laps your skin my god i have missed the feeling it is of THE MOTHERFUCKING SUN so go out get red as fuck,get sunstroke have al frescho sex and get stung in the butt by nettles,drink to much and die in a deck chair,dance and sing and queue in monster traffic jams trying to get to the coast then complain its to hot and wake up with a hangover and miss the sun on sunday.
ENJOY THE WEEKEND FRIENDS I INTEND TOO