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Tuesday, December 21st 2004
traffic jams - the lie of mobility
caged inside metal boxes
going nowhere
Asuguo
concentrated on not making a mistake
i fucked up
first chance i got
Dillo Fenderson
one girl: lost in drugs, someplace else
one man: friendly,a short chat
the rest: joyfully aggressive before x-mas
Asuguo
Sunday, December 19th 2004
zombies forming a line,
waiting to pay for beer,
looking through bloodshot eyes
Asuguo
Saturday, December 18th 2004
looking in the mirror
tells me that getting a haircut
should have priority on my to-do list
Asuguo
Friday, December 17th 2004
tops of sky scrapers
lost in fog
lit from below
Dillo Fenderson
Wednesday, December 15th 2004
first, snow on the cars,
then on the ground.
guess it's winter after all
Dillo Fenderson
the music confirms my suspicion:
the people aren't real,
but it's really happening.
Dillo Fenderson
"we've so many things in common"
please, be less in insulting
and just call me names
Asuguo
Monday, December 13th 2004
the sound of blowing
my nose echoes through
the whole building
Asuguo
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