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Free New York - Fuck The System by Abbie Hoffman for New York Free Press (1968)
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I’m a huge fan of the Yippies in general and Abbie Hoffman in particular, but you can’t ignore the fact that he made a name for himself by ripping off the Diggers and routinely dry snitching on the counterculture. Here’s Peter Coyote in Sleeping Where I Fall:
The deeper implications of anonymity were lost on Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin, both of whom came to investigate our activities in 1966. Abbie returned to New York and published a book (for sale) called Free, which catalogued every free service in the city of New York that supported truly needy people; these services were immediately swamped by an influx of suburban kids into the Lower East Side. He plastered his own name and picture on the book, thus advertising himself as a “leader” of the free counterculture. While egocentricity may be as authentic as anything else, performing under its influence does not represent a new form of any kind, and we criticized Abbie for confusing the issue.
Abbie was and remained a close friend of mine until his disappearance underground after selling drugs to an undercover narcotics cop, but a friend with whom the Diggers had pronounced disagreements. One morning he woke up Peter Berg by pounding on the door and shouting in his pronounced New England twang: “Petah, Petah, I bet you think I stole everything from you, doncha?” This was indisputably true. Berg stumbled to the door, regarded the cheerful hairball before him as if he were sucking a lemon, then responded sleepily, “No, Abbie. I feel like I gave a good tool to an idiot.” He closed the door, and that was the last time they spoke.
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The Flaming Lips have a new flash drive of songs that you have to EAT A BABY in order to get to.
Can I just say how much I LOVE that Oklahomans are doing this?!?!?!?
Wayne Coyne is a kooky man with amazing ideas and i love him.
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Just read the cover, then the book.
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I wrote and drank at night. During the day I hung around the L.A. Public Library and read all the writers and it was hard reading; the writers used long paragraphs and pages of description, building the plot and developing character, but their characters were quite uninteresting and what the stories finally said wasn’t very much. Little was said of the wasted lives of almost all the people, the sadness, all the sadness, the madness, the laughter through pain. Most of the writers wrote about the experiences of upper middle-class life. I needed to read something that would get me through the day, across the street, something to hang to. I needed to get drunk on words, instead had to go to the bottle.
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somebody
haxxored my box.
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good night, all
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deadbored in l’hotel. Somebody save my brain before the bourbon eeeeeeeeeats it.



