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10:00 a.m. - 2001-05-22 "Energy...man". I'm sort of wishing I had elaborated. But I guess I was pretty stoned. In fact, had I been a little more stoned, the whole sentiment probably could have shed any vestige of dependence on a "subject"...could have transcended it's primitive need to signify and crystallized into the om-like, all-encompassing utterance that is so deeply associated with those of us who meditate here by the infinite and unfathomable majesty of the Pacific. One more toke and I would have uttered the sacred syllable: "Dude..." Right. Anyway, Saturday the haze burned off and it was sunny and warm and there were bikinis and we listened to the Beach Boys and played volleyball. Sunday it didn't burn off and it was cold and windy and we listened to Metallica and played volleyball. Tough life, crybaby.
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