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THE LOST TAPES Vol.51: The after party & Active cuz I’m resting

[BR/ENG] spoils    A pain in my back    A bruised lip    A spike I tore out of a bra with my own teeth    A new friend    Maybe two    An autograph from the city’s worst tagger    A hangover that will last for days    An absurdist new love    A desire to write another manifesto on the trans day of revenge   [Up the establishment, I guess Up my anarchy tattoo’s value Screaming into a mic it’s sunrise we’re moved only by rage]   *** elbow to my jaw better than a dentist   *** Nirvana tribute at the Underground Thousands of dollars in damages    *a fridge    *five coffins    *a mic broken in half    *loss of blood and teeth    *numerous limbs    *a cracked skull   *** “the men that proud themselves in getting a girl’s dick hard” ***    Old man rasta    shook hands and told stories    chanted his samba    felt so flattered    flattered me    true artists    face to face    hand in hand    past and future   *** Structural elitism / cultural apartheid An event that speaks of freedom and unio
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how lost tapes are born

     Strolling down the street. “Clara’s live karaoke” is written in beautiful calligraphy on a blackboard right outside a photography store. A green-haired girl wearing big, mint galoshes sat leisurely on a plastic chair, plays guitar and sings to a handful of alternative kids. Soft, country sounds appeared visible in the air, floating about beautifully like pastel-colored feathers, upon the visit of Zephyr to the backyard, where you’re plucking the chicken, delighted in the knowledge that tonight will be special. My heart peaceful and loving, my ears honored, but myself too shy to sit here and submit myself to the curiosity of passersby, like the rainbow-haired kids sat on the sidewalk around Clara, checking their phones.    So, I pretend to check out the variety of rechargeable batteries for sale in the store, before stealthily walking out to hide in the corner. The further I get, however, the music never seems to quiet down, like playing from inside me, and I keep walking. On the n
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THE LOST TAPES Vol.50: nothing special

Memories can be so faulty When you are drunk all the time Month-long trip feels like it never happened What am I doing with my life? Booze and molly Snorting ashes of the deceased Throwing up bloody foam into the toilet What good is  this life? Pluck out the party stopper Let’s pee on somebody’s porch Rain terror upon this land Let us pull our brains out Kill the first breathing thing we see Break lamps and church windows Suck each other off in the middle of the street I don’t owe this place two fucks You shouldn’t either So, let’s seize the night Only the sun can stop us now But before then Our throats will be wide open   *** paracetamol cup noodles cachaça hoje tem   ***    A walk in the park    Dog socializes more than me    with the grumpy-looking men    sitting alone    on uncomfortable wooden benches   ***     “yeah, vivian, you ate two full plates of food” vivian said to herself   *** In a constantly changing reality and a city that so fearlessly advances what is a year when you
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THE LOST TAPES Vol.49: ruination in foreign terror

plucked rose petals laid in a little glass coffin a trapped soul forced to nature's course the soft aroma of a beautiful flower   *** marriage on sight expected pregnancy lulling her days rolling on the couch whore by nature but for what?   ***    In a small, protestant little church    Five congregants and a minimal band    Dad’s on guitar, she plays the drums set    Black hair, black eyes, black nails    Thin, black sweater under a pentagram charm    Her black lips sigh, begging for a smoke    It’s a cold, depressing Sunday night    But at least she’s getting paid   Tourists don’t come around here Smoking pot, sitting on dead leaves We’ve broken all the lamps It’s been two months, nobody noticed The new piercing, tattoos, scars A black eye waiting to happen Half a bible, rolling joints Throwing rocks at the sewer creek Not a sound in the streets downtown but the winds whistling through empty alleys and an occasional small splash because there are no big rocks left   You don’t wan
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Skinhead Girl

   I love you and I love the hair on your arms and knuckles and how you never look happy    I love when I catch you at the barber shop and you’re sitting next to me and I can see the thin strands of your facial hair from up close    I love your sideburns and I love your moustache also how your eyebrows are all thick and connected, and make your face so expressive      I love your tribal tattoo on the biceps and how your lips never glisten so the curvature of your hips and their synergy with your shoulders    You’re so small and so incredibly fragile with no woes to inspire pity always ready for an act of cowardice      Show your claws with the automatic    Make me feel like a stupid bat    Laugh at me, 6 feet under, blare my organs for juice      I love you, but I love you more when you’re looking at me    Your eyes don’t deserve to be so green or your skin so sensitive to the sun    Everybody can see you’re allergic to the silver of your links and that you like me at least enough to s
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Just another special day

    A birthday like any other    as special as they come    Woke up with the flu    now I can’t do the laundry    Drink my tea, avoid coffee    Maybe roomie will come at noon -  Gotta clean all this poo    and pee, special Betsy    At least someone is happy to see me      Mom remembered, like every year    Gave me the same line as always    Same I’ve heard over 21 times now    Didn’t answer my call, nobody did    Nobody so far, to wake me up at midnight    shake my shoulders and say...    It’s 8a.m. on a Saturday and my bones hurt      Too weak for chores    too sick for ice cream    Dog ate the modem cord     “Lie in bed all day    cartoons will take you away    from this world of chest pains    and misery and oblivion”    But my back hurts, 1800 hours    Nobody else is home and I’m crying    Needed out of there    Went out to smell a cigar    and the cold winds of a wintry weekend    But the drunk kids were laughing at me    Sitting alone, at the empty park    My head hurts, my eyes
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THE LOST TAPES Vol.48: weird dreams, weird friends

[ENG/PT] Today a passenger plane was taken down by its country’s air force No one will be able to speak on the matter Civilians roaming the immediate area are shot and killed by the jets You know I’m crazy, it’s just a movie It’s a dirty cover up When did their technology become so advanced? How are we so hopeless? I watch the world collapse as I curl up and die We’re all going to hell   *** brave the night the night riders   on the lit window a naked woman smokes   the engine growls the blues cries   shedding no tears two hollow chests   no desbravar da noite cavaleiros soturnos   busto nu de mulher o fumar na janela   o grunhido do motor o choro do blues   não se derrama uma lágrima são dois peitos ocos   ***    Waiting, waiting, waiting    Waiting some more    What an asshole, making me wait    What an asshole, ignoring friends    What a bum this world of constant communication    Me, a mute stranger, isolated waiting   *** no friozinho cachacinha esquenta a barriguinha   ***    The
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