Gorgeousness has always
been my curse
and my addiction:
roaring products spring
directly into my hands
like a punch in the face
or the head
roaring products spring
directly into my hands
like a punch in the face
or the head
But listen, carnal: when I lie dying I know that I will smell
Butter Krust Bread
San Antonio, Texas,
such perfection having always been
my downfall and my curse.
such perfection having always been
my downfall and my curse.
Hear me, chachi: don’t try to recycle it:
chuck it in the garbage
where old patterns may at last
reveal themselves…
look into it who will…
but I shall have entered Butter Krust Country
por última vez.
but I shall have entered Butter Krust Country
por última vez.
