THE LOST TAPES Vol.30: something else about muses.

a collection of everything I wrote about muses since last time 

 

Goth chick
Sitting alone
Crying Issues away 

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Under sunlight
Red head, now redder
Can’t stop looking 

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“What are you reading?”
“Scliar.”
“Damn, you’re lame...” 


“So you’re saying Lovecraft is better than Scliar?”
“Without shadow of a doubt.”
“You got so less attractive now.” 

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Fishnet and high heels
2XL hoodie and a backpack
Student by day, hooker by night 

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Ruling over me, Tesla
Coming over me, Snow
Let us hit the deck 

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Female backpacks are a lie.
Show me one that can hold a dildo
Twice my size. 

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Today the streets are full of redheads.
Mayhaps a witch reunion?
Am I in heaven? 

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Snow cold outside.
Why can the hot librarian
Bring a blanket? 

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Café next to the library.
“Here, this is for you.”
“Thanks, but I’m allergic to cocoa.” 

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Gathered all books
With boobs on the cover.
Half deserving, half not. 

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Calliope, Venus...
She or her?
Me or me? 

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Hypnotic
Don’t know what it is
Those boobs shake different 

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In my dreams
You’re not on bed, but hanging
Not chains, fishnet and velcros|

Maybe leather handcuffs?
Maybe some shock play? A taser?
A teaser! you, thinking the same as me 

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Old people can be hot.
When they’re not frail, but dust.
Ashes are hot. 

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16 year old alternative kids
Wasting their lives at retail
Looking at me like I’m a piece of meat 

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You shooting snot cannons
Like a stoic girl
Makes you twice as punk
|
you should be fighting a war right now 

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Caress in heat
Wild at the party
She’s the whore of the group 

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Brown mane like a horse’s
Beautiful collection of big white teeth
Bestial equine beauty 

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Wonderland of concrete
Gray offspring
State-of-the-art fashion 

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Another fat girl
Another grassouillette angel of grace
Old-school Venus 

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Hipster redhead checking me out
Behind round, thick, black glasses
I’m tomato red now 

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Don’t listen to Jesu Død at 87kbps
On 10$ headphones in front of me
I might pass out in ecstasy 

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Who blinks first?
“I’ve lived in England before
Coming to think of it, guess I am a fine foreign girl.”
|
and I burst out laughing 

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“Can a vegetable be a muse?”
“Physical over metaphysical, I guess.”
“Yin over Yang.” 

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You know, I like like you
Passionate moment in an exchange of glances
I like like me, too 

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Falling in love with a flower bush
Purple over dark green — river green
Chainsaw as a spare penis 

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Blond, luscious hair shining bright
Defying reality’s thresholds
Didn’t know women could be Uber drivers 

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Oh, those freckles...
Those rabbit teeth...
That countryside accent... 

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Regular-looking girl
Summer dress and delicate cream gloves
Why put “autistic” on Tinder’s bio? 

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Pushing his car made of junk
The gorgeous homeless man notices me
Never felt so lustful giving away change 

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— Girl, close your jacket, you’re nippin.
— Come on, it’s 18º outside and this place does not have a heater. Fuck off, I’m rebelling. 

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Men clasping hands behind the back
Women with hands inside the pockets
Such equality! 

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Bland colors, and badges
Straight posture and rubber boots
Neatly tied hair
|
today I found out I cannot resist women in military uniforms 

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Two bowling pin heads
You’re unrecognizable
You’re very recognizable 

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At least five full bags on each arm.
Rich girl taking the bus
Chipped a tooth. 

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So much more sexual
And naughty, and horny
Have I finally given up my ways? 

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So... Do you want to look in the mirror now?
Another twenty coats of rouge and I’m ready. 

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You look so good in this skirt
Too bad the double ponytail is out of the question now
That would be trendsetting

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