clingy blossoms
all over
my body

Mrs. Bigglesworth

zeit und raum
verlieren sich im
wahnwitz der eitelkeiten

Mrs. Bigglesworth

i summoned the rain gods
by going out with the bike;
they answered with rain

Asuguo

washing away
water with water,
i feel kinda weird

Asuguo

wearing my own fake identity
i detected a lie, which only had a
1:50.000 chance of exposure

Asuguo

violent happiness
crosses my way,
covered in mud

Mrs. Bigglesworth

nothing will change
a life more
than to have one

Mrs. Bigglesworth

my sunglasses
have more features
than my car

Asuguo

the mosquitoes
are big as birds
this year

Asuguo

i fear to pull the trigger
cuz i know what the bullet
tastes like in my mouth

Asuguo