eating mushrooms with my little brother. waiting for them to kick in them BAM!!! everything is so damn funny. we roll on the floor and try to fix the childs gate. the living room is where youre tripping, the kitchen is straight so we have to keep a gate between the two. dingo becomes dingo the trippin dog-og-og-og. and everything is so damn funny-ny-ny-ny. we laugh cause we're trippin and we cry cause we're trippin and nobody else matters cause we're in the groove of it and doing our thing and everything is just hunky fucking dory cause we're real and just feeling it and who cares about our mistakes?? we're doing our thing, and its all for us, and for the only time in our lives its okay.
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