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“The ship was moor’d—the oars were plied— The boats moved on athwart the tide, And steered their course direct to land, Well fraught with goods, though contraband. The landsmen gathered there in swarms, Receiv’d the same with open arms; And, Read More …
Franklin D. Roosevelt 1905 I’m a Reefer Man As part of New Deal under the Emergency Relief Appropriation Act of 1935, the Federal writers project was funded. This move by the government was to jump start the arts in Read More …
“He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise.” -William Blake 1920 ‘Buddhist Flapper’ in themed photoshoot Humane Hemp In Japan, hemp Read More …
“I received the warmest of welcomes. It was difficult to think so amiable a man could ever find himself a duellist perforce. Gentle of speech, clear of eye, wondrously steady of hand, spare, lithe, and muscular of body, a man Read More …
“Organic life beneath the shoreless waves Was born and nurs’d in ocean’s pearly caves; First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass, Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass; These, as successive generations bloom, New powers acquire and larger Read More …
When asked how much hemp used to grow in this region one farmer responded by saying, “Do you see these rice fields?” pointing to the vast checkerboard of rice fields we’d been cutting and bundling, “before the war, we didn’t Read More …
Dynamite Dreams With the railway industry as large as it was in America, someone was bound to try and claim dynamite as a narcotic. They would put a pills worth of dynamite grain in a alcohol drink to ingest it. Read More …
Weed of Doom When reefer madness and comics team up against cannabis you get, Weed of Doom… The ‘good guys’ – The Deacon & Mickey The ‘bad guys’ – Loco Gila & Pancho Montez Poor poor Jack Winters stuck in Read More …
“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.” Read More …
“Now a third smoke … a fourth. This time my hands feel huge, my feet miles away. I’m afraid to step out of the chair. A small downward step is like a deep plunge into a dark abyss. That’s the Read More …