Awesome Best Marijuana Canada pictures
Posted on 02 June 2012 by smokeandtoke6123
A number of wonderful best marijuana canada photographs I located:
night street
Picture by paladinsf
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For Carl Solomon
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I saw the ideal minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves via the negro streets at dawn
hunting for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of evening,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and large sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven beneath the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed via universities with radiant awesome eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who had been expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror by way of the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning by way of
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night following night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless planet of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness in excess of the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-
lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of thoughts,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
right up until the noise of wheels and youngsters brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all evening in submarine light of Bickford’s
floated out and sat through the stale beer following
noon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked constantly seventy hrs from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook-
lyn Bridge,
lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering information
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
complete intellects disgorged in complete recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic
City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-
ings and migraines of China below junk-with-
drawal in Newark’s bleak furnished space,
who wandered close to and around at midnight in the
railroad yard pondering in which to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
by way of snow toward lonesome farms in grand-
father evening,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-
athy and bop kabbalah since the cosmos in-
stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho in search of vis-
ionary indian angels who had been visionary indian
angels,
who believed they have been only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla-
homa on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome by way of Houston
searching for jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless job, and so took ship
to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind practically nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire
location Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with large pacifist
eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom-
prehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and undressing whilst the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also
wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling prior to the machinery of other
skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and had been
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-
scripts,
who allow themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and have been blown by people human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean
really like,
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Image by Newtown grafitti
I saw the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves by means of the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry repair,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of evening,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and substantial sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed by means of universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for insane &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their income in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror via the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning by way of
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos evening immediately after night
with dreams, with medicines, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the thoughts leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless planet of Time amongst…
- Allen Ginsberg, 1956
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