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day 7 I was so happy last night sitting cross legged on the skatepark ramp wrapped in the stocky darkness graffiti bouncing atop every surface beer glasses clinking because two get me loose and the sticker art I peel off to save in my phone case Jess’s laughter and wild paces back and forth while animatedly describing everything I needed to know about the universe and I wake the drugs long seeped out of my system but still lingering on my breath I can’t remember the astronomical lessons we shared that night but I know I felt something incredibly powerful, almost break-through like or maybe that was the shrooms (it all gets hard to tell)
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
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day 7 I was so happy last night sitting cross legged on the skatepark ramp wrapped in the stocky darkness graffiti bouncing atop every surface beer glasses clinking because two get me loose and the sticker art I peel off to save in my phone case Jess’s laughter and wild paces back and forth while animatedly describing everything I needed to know about the universe and I wake the drugs long seeped out of my system but still lingering on my breath I can’t remember the astronomical lessons we shared that night but I know I felt something incredibly powerful, almost break-through like or maybe that was the shrooms (it all gets hard to tell)
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
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