Snoop Dogg by Terry Richardson


Codine, no liquor
Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
She said she on her period, I said yuck
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper bitch

Lil Wayne in Yuck

purple dreamz

"photo and video have gotten to the point where they produce images beyond what we experience in the real world in real time." - harry bennett

Vapor Couture

Smoke Signals: A Social History of Marijuana

by Martin A. Lee, author of Acid Dreams

Acapulco Gold

When the President-elect of the United States discreetly let it be known to a major campaign contributor (who just happened to own a huge tobacco company) that he planned to legalize marijuana after his inauguration, the race was on. Could Coronet Tobacco Company take advantage of its knowledge of impending legislation to be the first on the market?

ACAPULCO GOLD is the fast-paced story of the selling of the first marijuana cigarette. It is an inside look at the advertising agency and the creative director who handled the account, Michael Evans, who was to be torn between the exciting campaign that would make history and his fears that, reports to the contrary, he was actually selling a dangerous drug.

l$d - don't smoke my blunt bitch

KREAYSHAWN x TRAGIK x GRIMES x BLOOD DIAMONDS
we did this song in 10 minutes and the video in under an hour... TRIPPY

marc jacobs is dope

so euphoric, I was afraid of the dark

gagitygoo said about a month ago

This was so euphoric. I felt high after my second hit. My eyes got really dry and itchy and my mouth was so dry. Definitely have some good munchies available or you'll be very disappointed like me. It just made me feel really weird. Like I was in the year 1997. I also could not sleep very well and was very afraid to be in the dark. I probably won't try it again.

http://www.leafly.com/

SWM SEEKING SF

Johnny Rasmussen, Homo Cannabis, for anti-drug campaign, 1984.

drugs and contingency

There are at least two experiences of the relation between psychedelic drugs and the idea of contingency. Let's say that one is called the coercive experience, and the other is called the dispersive.

The coercive experience is paranoiac, conspiratorial. It is ontologically suspicious. It is coercive because it is interrogatory, and more often than not, is forcefully searching for a foregone conclusion. The coercive is a great architect, building meaning upon meanings, in the way the Egyptians must have built the pyramids: with a great arsenal of violence. The coercive is religious, occult, reverent. It produces symbols by utilizing the capacity for psychedelics to temporarily erase your world. Anything that wanders into your space after your world-erasure is capable of adopting an auratic glow, because of the isolated nature of your encounter with it, and as part of the coercive's erasure of contingency, the sign before you becomes destiny.

At its most defective, the coercive is based on an irrational belief that self-authorizes the creation of a cosmos and then covers its tracks. The defective mode of the coercive is religious mania, the healthy mode, artistic creation.

The coercive works by attempting to gather the Many into the One. The dispersive works in the opposite direction, splitting unities into multiplicities. The dispersive views phenomena in the world not with suspicion, but with skepticism. The dispersive suspects that ontological inconsistencies can arise: I arrive at the office and it does not surprise me if my office were suddenly on the opposite end of the hall. This is the same lack of surprise, says Picasso, he would feel if, in the bath, his body suddenly dissolved into atoms.

The dispersive recognizes and investigates contingency by feeling the absurdity behind every particular and the potential for it to have been otherwise, to have played out a different way, belong to an alternate constitution of reality. The defective mode of the dispersive finds itself splintered off into some dead-end corner of the multiverse, unable to trace its way back to the collective stream of human experience. Dispersive experience's healthy mode finds its outlet in speculation. Its speculative regard for potentiality, which considers unrealized possibilities as real as mere actuality, makes it closely akin to science fiction.

Richard Avedon, Lauren Hutton, Great Exuma, the Bahamas, October 1968

you see that car down there?

love? I don't think about it - I make it

bin laden weed

"Reporters at Bin Laden's million-dollar hideout discovered small plots of marijuana growing in the deserted lots on the compound's perimeter. The dope plants were planted on three sides of the compound, alongside some less sexy crops such as cabbage and potatoes, CNN reported Tuesday. Despite Abbottabad's reputation as a military city, the discovery is not surprising.
Pakistan makes about $4 billion a year from drug trafficking - though opium poppy is the drug-runners preferred crop." (NYDN)

it smells like the art teacher's office