THE LOST TAPES Vol.40: another instance of adulthood
Nothing new is happening As in there is no inspiration to come quick and easy. Though recycling can give me sure hitters There’s no desire for the bullseye. What can I do to feel happiness again? Inspiration always comes so close to aspiration. So hard now to put myself to think of something. Anything at all, really. Maybe talk about the beautiful shiny boots she’s wearing? “She smiles at me, and I see nothing in her green eyes Will smile back, will partake the chit-chat But I’m itching to look down again and dream of touching those shiny black boots.” *** The jailbait festival Underage girls in fishnet and miniskirts Some showing back, some showing belly All under heavy mascara and black lips Sugar daddies scout new babies Depressing music plays on the speakers Skateboards hang on the walls Never been to anywhere more german *** two ginger kids walk side by side they were twins, I’m sure the weird kind too the one that becomes a post-folk duo in the