There’s literally no evidence the kids wore anything but their God-jammies on the meteor, but I still like to think that Rose and Dave had increasingly ironic competitions to alchemize/knit increasingly bizarre, fancy cardigans.
Rose/Dave – La Belle Dame sans Merci Based on this painting.
Poem by John Keats
If you guys remember this..
“So don’t change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G’s to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo
When the pimp’s in the crib ma Drop it like it’s hot Drop it like it’s hot Drop it like it’s hot…” -English Romantic poet, John Keats
Sorry for reblogging my art, but yes. How did I forget the John Keats joke? It is perfect.
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