The shops are closed.
The motel owner's out of town.
The buildings are run down.
We're in the rain/hail.
Out of food/luck.
No hot water.
Just a heater (thank fuck).
Tails we stay, heads, we go.
The coin always knows.
09 July, 2011
TAILS.
There's not much in Malmsbury. Even less when you've lost your one (and only) wallet (within 10 minutes of arriving), and your only phone is out of credit.
The shops are closed.
The motel owner's out of town.
The buildings are run down.
We're in the rain/hail.
Out of food/luck.
No hot water.
Just a heater (thank fuck).
Tails we stay, heads, we go.
The coin always knows.
The shops are closed.
The motel owner's out of town.
The buildings are run down.
We're in the rain/hail.
Out of food/luck.
No hot water.
Just a heater (thank fuck).
Tails we stay, heads, we go.
The coin always knows.
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