The smelly beatnik occupies the days in prison with some poetry
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| "Dance! DANCE PUPPETS DANCE! I am the all meaty lord. I groove with you. You groove with me." | |
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| Like I told ya man, it's totally far out, flip city. Are you feeling the vibe, man?? | |
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"Dance! DANCE PUPPETS DANCE!" I am the all meaty lord.
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| That's it. I'm done. I wonder what death will be like. | |
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| Whoa man, whoa, I was gonna use those nails for my spice rack. Don't bogart my nails man. Listen, you're sending bad vibrations here. I'm gonna go meditate. | |
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One week, and three spice racks later...
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| What, where-where am I? Wow, those foreingers sure know how to throw party. It was nice of them to give me this flying trash can too -and kill that smelly beatnik. Lousy, no-good beatniks. Wheeeeee.. | |
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