There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
i feel like crap ughhh, my whole body feels like i just got shit on all over the place, which is oddly enough not too far from the truth, ha.
no more keg beer for alison, unless its PBR. and also i could barely walk yesterday, but i thought it had gone away, then i woke up this morning and im still having trouble walking, oh wow.
my favorite part in before sunrise is the drunk guy smoking a cigarette who writes them the milkshake poem. thats totally gonna be me.
oh and happy fathers day pops, hope youre partying it up in Greece!
And darling, we go a-drowning
Down we go away
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