Literally off the bookshelf - A book called Nell's Book of the Dead. From what I could tell it was a disjointed foray into the counter-culture of the 60s and 70s. It was full of etchings, random catoons, poems, scribbles, articles, sentences, stories and pictures put together by a man who was obviously beyond stoned on every substance you could possibly imagine including the stuff in the middle of a golf ball.
One of the stories, with accompaning pictures, was of a rubber plant who got tired of his owner, (Nell,) smoking his leaves so while at a party he flushed himself down the toilet with a marijuana plant called Stash and "Mr. Ploppy man, a friendly turd," in an effort to escape from police. They hid out in a porno theatre in which the rubber plant, (who's name escapes me,) made a bootleg tape which he turned into a lucritive pornographic business. The story doesn't end as such it just kind of trails off.
I discovered this book at age nine. It was... interesting.
One of the stories, with accompaning pictures, was of a rubber plant who got tired of his owner, (Nell,) smoking his leaves so while at a party he flushed himself down the toilet with a marijuana plant called Stash and "Mr. Ploppy man, a friendly turd," in an effort to escape from police. They hid out in a porno theatre in which the rubber plant, (who's name escapes me,) made a bootleg tape which he turned into a lucritive pornographic business. The story doesn't end as such it just kind of trails off.
I discovered this book at age nine. It was... interesting.
