THE LOST TAPES Vol. 5

   The big tittied lady
   I see everyday
   Got twenty years older
   This last holiday 

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   Now that girl comes to mind.
   The one with the long, black pants.
   Only the longest and blackest of pants
   To fit the tallest and prettiest of girls.

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   A punk meet-up in front of the mall.
   Man, how I miss being a child! 

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   — Your books arrived, Anastasia.
   — Thank you, good sir. How much do I owe you?
   — Half-a-dozen lollipops and a kissy on the cheeky. 

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   Thug life,
   Drug dealers and gang bangers.
   The sound of a cartoon coming from the house
   The banging sound of a fist hitting the door.
   Window open, curtains floating in the wind.

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   Pungent smell of tuna and goat cheese
   Dry texture of old bread
   Sweet smell of wine
   Last dinner 

   The omen of the rain outside
   His life like a puddle the devil jumped in 

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   spirit bonding
   touching hands
   zen music
   10 kilos of paper to get through
   I love my job 

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   Box-duck-woman,
   Best teacher in town.
   Would you believe
   She has a degree in giving head?

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   “Why did you tell me to answer the phone?”
   “Why not?”
   “Because I’m not your secretary. You should treat me with respect.”
   “Who’s eating you today, eh, Jonas?”
   “Your mom, that filthy slut.”
   “Like mother, like daughter.”
   “I won’t answer it. You can do it if you want.”
   “This office is in both our names and I’m too busy not giving a fuck.”
   “Good luck getting fired, then, stupid.”
   “Good luck convincing the big man that it was my fault. I’m his bestie.”
   “Fuck you.”
   “I love you too, Jonas. Let’s get married.”
   “You go to hell and you die.”
   The phone stops.
   “Who will get the next call? 1,2,3, not it!”
   “I hope you burn.”
   “Let’s get out of here and grab a few drinks.”