sunday is a journey.

i opened the door of the wheels, and realized it was the wrong side of it.

the emo drive was always at the back of my mind. it was a timer counting at the back of my mind.

as i hammered the metal to the floor, we started off the journey knowing that it would end some time. just few miles away from origin, i could see a fast flashing light running at my tail.

"here we go again. awesome! this is the last thing i need right now."

e: yes, officer? (always wanted to say that at least once in my life. or "problems, officer?")
o: good morning!
e: morning, sir.
o: driving license please.
o: did you realized you were over 60? i checked you out at 65 at one point and another at 62. speed limit here is 45.
e: oh really? i'm sorry officer. i'm not around here.
o: are you a student here? or..you're here for?
e: business
o: alright. speed limit here is 45, don't you go over that again or you'll be in the justice department. i'm sure you do not want that, do you?
e: no, i don't officer.
o: okay. have a good day.
e: you too. thank you.

v: can i drive?
e: no.
v: why? but i want to drive.
e: no. i feel like driving.
v: don't you think you should start driving abit slower now?
e: do you know what they call me back home?
v: *sighs*

my entire life is about driving.

after all, one of the biggest thing that ever happened in my life was during driving. name every situation in driving and i can assure you i've done it before.

right now,

driving my mind would be my biggest challenge, if i know where that path lies of course.

sanitarium.

the stage is set. the equipments are geared up.

"welcome to where time stands still, no one leaves and no one will~"
"moon is full, never seems to change. dream the same thing every night~"
"that dream is my reality~"

"sanitaaaariummm~"
"just leave me be~"
"sanitaaaariummmm~"
"just leave me alone~"

"for the jews on the floor, get the hell out of here!"
"didn't the goddamn sign says no fucking jews?"

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venue: the good ol' green field
foyer action: (guitar solo by richie sambora)
side foyer action: (kirk and members)

e: hey, isn't that your solo?
kirk: yea, he fucking copied it.
e: what you gonna do bout it?
kirk: kick this jackass out of his mind after this.

re-ignite the fire.

"we're all professionals!"

"we're the best of the best, aight! if we're the best of the best, aren't we supposed to be kicking the asses out of the enemies!?"

"it's been tough, and i know that, aight. we gotta hang on there, aight. the enemies are rough, but we gotta be rougher, aight! we do what we came here to do, and we do it! anyone needs help, we help. we do not leave a single man behind, aight. one man behind means the whole team is behind, aight!"

"we need you to give all your best! we're a team, we work as a team, we die as a team, and we achieve as a team! aight!"

"now, get your packs out of here and fight. i expect perfect results by the end of the day and we shall do it!"

the war is at its' peak.

fight the emotional warfare. forget about the medals of honor. win the war and come back again as heroes of ourselves.

unleash the fire in me and you'll see a beast crawling out of me!