I eat stress for breakfast.
Blind the taste by
tucking a napkin between
my shirt and chest.
Mask the stench of
grime and smoke.
Coated on these outdated clothes,
that I wore yesterday
and the last time today.
COMO LA FLOR CON TANTO AMOR ME DISTE TU
SE MARCHITO, ME MARCHO HOY, YO SE PERDER
PERO AAAAAYYYY COMO ME DUELE
As a child I use to sing the last line like this:
PERO AAAAAYYY COMO ME HUELE.
Cut my finger, now I have to wear a blue condom on my thumb. (Taken with instagram)