This is a direct order, to disobey all orders.

This is a direct order to drop that Iphone and run.

This is a direct order to skip the chapstick and kiss him.

This is a direct order to crank the latin radio station and let your hips talk.

This is a direct order to sing on the street corner.

This is a direct order to throw rocks at your Juliet's window.

This is a direct order to hangout the car window and let the highway speak to you.

This is a direct order to skinny dip in the duck pond behind your high school.

This is a direct order to throw out the filter between what you want to do, and what you are doing.

This is a direct order to shout from the roof tops.

This is a direct order to sneak out and watch the sun rise.

This is a direct order to fallow your favorite band from city to city.

This is a direct order to cut class.

This is a direct order to *67 the kid that drive you crazy.

This is a direct order to hit snooze and let the Z's fly.

This is a direct order to party like a rockstar.

This is a direct order to spend your time wiser than you spend your money.

This is a direct order to have sex on the beach.

This is a direct order to buy tickets from a creep on the sidewalk.

This is a direct order to wear your dress without a slip.

This is a direct order to protest.

This is direct order to crowd surf like its your day job.

This is a direct order to order the whole menu.

This is a direct order to quit your job and buy a type writer.

This is a direct order to buy that hoodrat kid a real meal.

This is a direct order to write your blog and not give a damn if they like it or not.

This is a direct order to stop over thinking, and start over doing everything.

This is a direct order to live.