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Amnesty of Absinthe 2002-10-05 - 12:10 a.m. 
There is an integral niche that has been left barren and hollow, lacking in the artistic centres and dreamweavers of this contemporary generation. This fallow virgin demi-deity is not financial, nor social, nor even inspirational. It is pharmaceutical. Medicinal. What this generation lacks is an original drug of expansion, expression and above all exposition.Artists have tred upon fertile ground before. In the dusk and wake of World War, we had opium, booze and barbituates. In the shadow of Vietnam, heroin and LSD flowed freely as The Herb was passed. And even nowadays that shadow still stalks us, sweeping as costly Jamaican weed is sold in schools and prisons. Know we no shame? No sense of pride? No spark of revolution? What can we reclaim as our own? To begin a century is to look back at the last and learn. As we crawl into the urban cafes and bookstores of the 21st century, know that one hundred years ago the streets of Paris ignited in an explosion of Bohemian rhapsody, of beauty and truth! An age of dreams, an age of orgasm, an age of Absinthe! Absinthe is our call-to-arms. The psychoactive merriment induced by its bitter deep green sugar spoonings, its milk white derivatives drunk quickly from elegant cups. No finer aid to creativity was there! Absinthe is our banner. The reasonable power of the green goddess against malaria, bacteria, parasites, liver problems and boredom. No finer medicinal herb than Wormwood was there! Absinthe is our way. Through the smoke of time our vision is clear and we will march on, guided by the wings of green fairy virtue as our arms wrap around to embrace change and tradition. Though our torches flicker in the fickle wind, may our thirst never be extinguished. In art and bitter emerald passion, we stand free and united! No finer hour is there but ours!
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