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          • June 8, 2010 9:46 pm
            Family room psychedelia where drinking a glass of water or petting an animal  will blow your sweet little mind Backstage at some rave party/event, I was contemplating how to keep all the beer cold. We had several cases, but only one cooler. After awhile I realized that there was no judgment or hierarchy and that all of us, were just this one awareness, experiencing itself in the endless ways and plays of being. I laughed & cried for a good 15-20 minutes… never did figure out how to keep all of that beer cold though.

            Family room psychedelia

            where drinking a glass of water or petting an animal 

            will blow your sweet little mind

            Backstage at some rave party/event, I was contemplating how to keep all the beer cold. We had several cases, but only one cooler. After awhile I realized that there was no judgment or hierarchy and that all of us, were just this one awareness, experiencing itself in the endless ways and plays of being. I laughed & cried for a good 15-20 minutes…

            never did figure out how to keep all of that beer cold though.

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