THE LOST TAPES Vol.31

Yep, that’s the second old man in a crop top we saw today. 

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The Winter is coming and I am ready to never see the sun ever again.

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The bald lady from the window came to me today. Said “hi”, I replied a “hello”, and then it got awkward. We shared cellular numbers and parted ways. Maybe it’s better if she stays up there in her window, and me down here at my bus stop. Otherwise it was just not meant to be.

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I’m telling you, it’s easy money.
You already fill bottles of piss every night
Why not sell it? 

— Selling pussy doesn’t diminish a girl’s value.
— Tell that to Purrp. 

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Thought to be goth meeting
Turned into K-pop debauchery
Bad taste in dark colors 

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   Shiny red bicycle
   Curves so round, so luscious
   Delicate and feminine
   A handmade basket adorns the front
[holding a pink purse
   And riding it is a serious woman
   Wearing serious clothes
   Posing a serious face
   Ringing a serious bell 

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Little girl on a Death Classic T-shirt
Chilling with her mom at the park
JENNYDEATHWHEN plays
Through the cellphone speakers 

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The ambulance screeches on the turns, shouting its “wee-wee-wees”, hurrying, going as fast as possible. But the traffic is too jammed, and the ambulance eventually finds itself stuck amongst the other cars. The driver honks and screams in plead but nobody moves. All of them stone golems, tunnel-visioned, don’t want to hear the silent cry for help from the bloody man up ahead. The body hit by the car is just a corpse when they finally manage to bring it to the ambulance, on foot. Lifeless, from a puddle of blood to the prospect of a coffin. From inside the store I was in I can see the miserable face of the driver, cursing this world, but there’s nothing I can do, better to continue my shopping spree.

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   The bust of a black woman sitting at the window
   The blond man that come answer the door, in tears
   The bonding hug of the prodigal son
   A tiny detail that changes everything

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