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setting, delicately on the ten foot two by six scooting gingerly as to encourage no splinters clad in both sparkly regalia   and plain jeans the inebriated fairgoer glanced through half-lids swaying while speaking, reeking of whiskey lips moved quiet inaudible outside of guttural groans and grunts we all sat watching, both in awe and shock the strange man so overloaded on psilocybin could just be and we, so high on the marijuana, only laughed –
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
12:47 p.m., Country Fair... second day
setting, delicately on the ten foot two by six scooting gingerly as to encourage no splinters clad in both sparkly regalia   and plain jeans the inebriated fairgoer glanced through half-lids swaying while speaking, reeking of whiskey lips moved quiet inaudible outside of guttural groans and grunts we all sat watching, both in awe and shock the strange man so overloaded on psilocybin could just be and we, so high on the marijuana, only laughed –
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