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Pharmakos selectos para hipocondriacos
420 Nombres para la Cannabis.

420 Nombres para la Cannabis.

kateoplis:

Long Ago, a Pilot Landed on an Uptown Street. That’s Where the Bar Was.
“Thomas Fitzpatrick, turned a barroom bet into a feat of aeronautic wonder by stealing a plane from a New Jersey airport and landing it on St. Nicholas Avenue in northern Manhattan, in front of the bar where he had been drinking.
As if that were not stupefying enough, the man did nearly the exact same thing two years later. Both landings were pulled off in incredibly narrow landing areas, in the dark – and after a night of drinking in Washington Heights taverns and with a well-lubricated pilot at the controls. Both times ended with Mr. Fitzpatrick charged with wrongdoing. The first of his flights was around 3 a.m. on Sept. 30, 1956, when Mr. Fitzpatrick, then 26, took a single-engine plane from the Teterboro School of Aeronautics in New Jersey and took off without lights or radio contact and landed on St. Nicholas Avenue near 191st Street.
The New York Times called it a “fine landing” and reported that it had been widely called “a feat of aeronautics.”
The second flight was on Oct. 4, 1958, just before 1 a.m.
Again he took a plane from Teterboro and this time landed on Amsterdam and 187th Street in front of a Yeshiva University building after having “come down like a marauder from the skies,” in the words of Ruben Levy, the magistrate at Mr. Fitzpatrick’s ensuing arraignment. Newspapers reported that Mr. Fitzpatrick jumped out of the landed plane wearing a gray suit and fled, but later turned himself in.
Mr. Fitzpatrick told the police that he had pulled off the second flight after a bar patron refused to believe he had done the first one.”

kateoplis:

Long Ago, a Pilot Landed on an Uptown Street. That’s Where the Bar Was.

Thomas Fitzpatrick, turned a barroom bet into a feat of aeronautic wonder by stealing a plane from a New Jersey airport and landing it on St. Nicholas Avenue in northern Manhattan, in front of the bar where he had been drinking.

As if that were not stupefying enough, the man did nearly the exact same thing two years later. Both landings were pulled off in incredibly narrow landing areas, in the dark – and after a night of drinking in Washington Heights taverns and with a well-lubricated pilot at the controls. Both times ended with Mr. Fitzpatrick charged with wrongdoing. The first of his flights was around 3 a.m. on Sept. 30, 1956, when Mr. Fitzpatrick, then 26, took a single-engine plane from the Teterboro School of Aeronautics in New Jersey and took off without lights or radio contact and landed on St. Nicholas Avenue near 191st Street.

The New York Times called it a “fine landing” and reported that it had been widely called “a feat of aeronautics.”

The second flight was on Oct. 4, 1958, just before 1 a.m.

Again he took a plane from Teterboro and this time landed on Amsterdam and 187th Street in front of a Yeshiva University building after having “come down like a marauder from the skies,” in the words of Ruben Levy, the magistrate at Mr. Fitzpatrick’s ensuing arraignment. Newspapers reported that Mr. Fitzpatrick jumped out of the landed plane wearing a gray suit and fled, but later turned himself in.

Mr. Fitzpatrick told the police that he had pulled off the second flight after a bar patron refused to believe he had done the first one.”

(vía elcalamar)

Sugarman
Won’t ya hurry
Coz I’m tired of these scenes
For a blue coin
Won’t ya bring back
All those colours to my dreams
Silver majik ships, you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet MaryJane

Juan Sánchez Ponce

—Yo ya me voy a morir a los desiertos

YO YA ME VOY A MORIR A LOS DESIERTOS.
Canción cardenche
D.P.

Del disco Tradiciones musicales de La Laguna.


Yo ya me voy
a morir a los desiertos,
me voy del ejido,
y esa estrella marinera.
Sólo en pensar
que ando lejos de mi tierra,
nomás que me acuerdo,
me dan ganas de llorar.
Pero a mí no me divierten
los cigarros de la Dalia,
pero a mí no me consuelan
esas copas de aguardiente.
Sólo en pensar
Que me dejé un amor pendiente,
nomás que me acuerdo,
me dan ganas de llorar.
Pero a mí no me divierten
los cigarros de la Dalia,
pero a mí no me consuelan
Esas copas de aguardiente.
Sólo en pensar
que me dejé un amor pendiente,

Una carta de amor.

Una carta de amor.

Cuenta la historia que ciertos estudiantes de la Universidad de Colorado se reunían a fumar mariguana en un punto específico del campus, todos los días a las 4:20 de la tarde. De ahí el 4/20.

Cuenta la historia que ciertos estudiantes de la Universidad de Colorado se reunían a fumar mariguana en un punto específico del campus, todos los días a las 4:20 de la tarde. De ahí el 4/20.