anna[truus]

*13

blotter art.

“Rak: Mark, how did you start collecting blotter art? And did you ever think you would end up with walls and walls full of blotter art here in your “museum of higher consciousness”? Does anyone else have a collection anywhere near this one?

Mark: What happened to me was that I had a death-rebirth experience on LSD on Dec 9, 1971. A very difficult thing that took me maybe ten years to integrate, and then once that was done I started collecting blotter as a way of paying back the debt… I kept tabs in the freezer for a long time because I was still snarfing them, but then when I first framed them I realized that truly was the way to avoid eating them! With regards to the museum… no, I never though the acid would last that long!

Now I know that the FBI started to collect acid, too, and they have a pretty good collection… But a reporter friend of mine called Jack Schaeffer wrote an article about 15 years ago where he compared my collection to the DEA’s collection, and wondered why mine was better! Try a little honey, not putting these kids in jail forever, I told him…

Really, I thought if we kept examples of the acid sheets then they could be part of a history that our children could see, so they could understand what happened to us when we all changed so radically in the 1960s, in what is going to be known as a renaissance… Now I studied the old Renaissance for many years in Paris and I believe LSD is a “renaissance pill” or substance that has affected consciousness – and the arts, in an incredible way.”

*14

ffffound:

this isn’t happiness.™ Peter Nidzgorski, tumblr

*205

davidtrawin:

epentesis:

laughinearlydied: jssca: (via 131313thavenue)

This made me think - how cool would a shining coloring book be?!

*8

hathathat:

trudymade:

lacontessa:

Alla Nazimova, Salome, 1923.

what could you possibly say to this

i love your hat

*115

poortaste:

lickystickypickyme:

This better not be photoshopped.

*8

poortaste:

(via dailycow)

good morning!

*24

poortaste:

nikophony:

“Amid the chaos of that day when all i could hear was the thunder of gunshots and all i could smell was the violence in the air, i look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool.”