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Mayday and Aran get into some crazy weird shit. Sometimes it's random and awesome. Sometimes it's stuff we'd only repeat drunk. But we're best friends. It's how we do. ...And then we wax poetic about it.

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Posted on Friday, 24 April 2009

we were wasting time getting wasted on a miami afternoon. it could have been a friday; it could have been a tuesday. we were sheltered from the storm by the awning on the rooftop bar. but this is miami. this is not about shelter. we ran from cover, squealing screaming stripping, headed for sands and undertow.
[Mayday]

we were wasting time getting wasted on a miami afternoon. it could have been a friday; it could have been a tuesday. we were sheltered from the storm by the awning on the rooftop bar. but this is miami. this is not about shelter. we ran from cover, squealing screaming stripping, headed for sands and undertow.

[Mayday]

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