I'm almost very proud of this one trait I have. "Vibes" is the most simple, ridiculous, stupidly stoned way to describe these feelings that I detect so clearly, but lo! my Birkenstocks give me good vibrations, and eating processed cheese gives me bad vibrations. It's unequivocal.
Of course, this sense of "good" that's formed is exactly like "Good Vibrations" by the Beach Boys. There's the looming sense that it's so stupid as to be really excellent, but there's also the possibility that it could simply be epic, excellent of its own accord. Mmm, bop-bop.
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Trust in the word of the Cannabible, it does not lie.
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