the books i'm reading
make me sad, tired
and longing for adventure

Asuguo

i felt nothing.
not even
indifference

Asuguo

sugartown again -
a place called hate
in the city of fear

Mrs. Bigglesworth

es ist bitter
wenn der gedachte freitag,
nicht der reelle freitag ist

Asuguo

a homeless
with a cell phone
. . . and a car?

Dillo Fenderson

with him i went
as far as my
equillibrium goes

Mrs. Bigglesworth

entering the grounds
for divorce, ready
to dig in!

Mrs. Bigglesworth

bad excuses annoy
and make you
look stupid

Dillo Fenderson

getting cold at feeding time
is a small price to pay
for unsullied furniture

Dillo Fenderson

no one understands my art.
when i become a true artist,
i won't even understand it myself

Dillo Fenderson