Sunday, August 1st 2004

sinking in quicksand
only to end in this bed
and start again

Asuguo

Saturday, July 31st 2004

sur en
the people are to dead
to be killed

Asuguo

offene bp tankstelle
das leben ist nicht sinnlos
solange die lichter nicht erlöschen

Asuguo

drained out
life washed away
waiting - for the sake of it

Asuguo

avoiding to meet people
not out of fear
but to awake from this dream

Asuguo

From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.

Dillo Fenderson

deutscher nachbar
wir niesen
was ist ihre stärke ?

Asuguo

uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.

Dillo Fenderson

sur en
retirement home for the dead
dancing alone

Asuguo

empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving

Dillo Fenderson