The underground blog exploring the untold history of Cannabis...
“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 …
Snakes in the grass by John Knudsen – 1971
Lyster H. Dewey, with a scoop devised for taking up /”threshing” hemp seed from individual selections beaten out on canvas, Office, November 1929 Picture of Lyster Dewey and his threshing hemp technique from his personal journal found at a 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 …
Cannabis Playdate In 1936, this innocent image was as American as it gets, Apple Pie. A little girl with her bow and arrow playing in front of the families cannabis plants… In less then 2 years, descending federal Read More …
Whats a Viper?… Roll yourself up a nice joint… Light that nice Joint… Hold that nice Joint to your mouth and suck… Hear that hissing sound?… You’re a Viper Baby! Fats Waller If you’re a viper Think about a reptile, 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 …