Dog Pound Page #5

Oh, sh*t!

How you like that, man?

Is that good sh*t?

It's different.

Yeah, that's just 'cause it's pure.

Don't worry about it.

Shhh! Just be quiet, man.

Shhh! Be quiet.

- Yeah.

- Just be easy.

Everything's okay, man.

- Yeah.

- You're just tripping.

- Yeah.

- It's all good.

- Yeah.

- Shhh!

You feel good, man.

It is the best feeling ever, man.

Deep into your hole, man.

You feel so good.

You're gonna be fine.

You love being f***ed up.

No.

What?

What you guys give me?

Shhh!

Just some special medicine, man.

Just the good medicine.

You love it, man.

You feel good, dog.

Oh, look at these!

That's the good sh*t, man.

Don't wake up.

Just go to sleep.

Hey, is that your mom

and your sister in this photo?

Damn, that b*tch is fine!

Tell that b*tch to come see me

next visiting day, man.

I'll beat that p*ssy up.

Yeah, you know,

your mom was just here.

Yeah, man.

You know,

she left happier than she came.

I'm so sad she left.

I miss her already.

Yeah, you know,

she was sad when she was here.

No.

- She was looking for you.

- You missed her.

But she found me.

- No!

- You know, she was so beautiful.

She wants me.

You know,

your mom loves me.

No.

Your mom calls me Daddy.

NO!

Shut up, man.

Shut the f*** up.

Where is she? Mom!

Shut up, man!

He's a f***ing heat bag.

F*** it. Let's go.

Let's go, man.

F***ing too much.

Help...

Help!

Help!

- Get on your feet, boy.

- I can't.

- Come on, get up.

- No.

Come on, boy.

Get on your feet.

Come on.

Come on.

Stand here.

Don't move.

Oh! Oh!

Come here.

Swallow.

Solitary Control.

Unlock 7.

This is not a punishment.

It's for your own good.

Try to drink lots of water

to flush that sh*t out of your system.

I wait along the borders of disdain

Staring in

Open your mouth.

What I would give

To be within your arms

Thank you.

Dry and warm

- Where's the file, eh? Come on. Oh!

- Stop it.

- Where's those files that you stole?

- Stop it.

Give me the scent of free

Syringa tree

It's final call

Lonely voice upon a mountaintop

Shouting out

The secrets of a generation told

All the lies

Blind and riding

on the ocean's spine

No fault of mine

Davis.

Drowning is what I've perfected for

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

All my life

Hasty!

What happened here?

Getting a little rough.

No, man, I can't wait

to dig up ditches again tomorrow.

- I don't care.

- Should be a good time.

- That's all he cares about.

- Wishful thoughts, eh?

Banks, let's go.

Good night, gentlemen.

Give me

The scent of free

Syringa tree

Crowning me

My victory march

The marble arch

Trumpet horn

It's final call

All right, boys.

Go back to the dorms,

wash up, change your clothes.

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