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