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Duane Michals, Things are queer, 1973

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Wax me  Mould me  Heat the pins and stab them in  You have turned me into this  Just wish that it was bullet proof 

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Your dad got stoned before you did and he’s still got the sticky fingers prove it. Elevating himself to a higher plane of existence, he was the Albert Einstein of inventing new ways to smoke his sweet cheeba. He puffed produce paraphernalia, toked tin cans, and ripped rolling papers. From Maui Wowie to Blueberry Kush, he’s gotten lung-lit off every strain of stoned there is. And, with a glassy eyed bloodshot stare, he straight face convinced his parents it was only incense in the air. 

So hipsters, when you’re THC-soaking your lungs today and coughing fire-breath because your dispensary “medicine” is “potent as shit”, remember this…

Your dad was the man who invented 420 and you should be thanking him with every puff.

P.S. He was Puff the Magic Dragon.