Got curious about an opshop jumper I purchased last year, and finally checked its tags. Who knew I’d been wearing bonus Kinks lyrics all this time! This has definitely become one of my funnier opshop stories.
Tag reads:
The old fortune teller lies dead
on the floor. Nobody needs
fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is
crouched on his knees
And frantically looking
for runaway fleas
I miss your bones. Lars.
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