moon behind clouds
like a painting
in watercolours

Dillo Fenderson

going faster and faster and faster
til my body is covered in sweat and
the belief that my memories are real fades

Asuguo

there are winds
where my best
ain't good enough

Asuguo

in a parallel universe
i probably get rolled over
by cars twice a day

Asuguo

with your money you could
have spared pain, with
your greed you caused even more

Asuguo

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

zombies forming a line,
waiting to pay for beer,
looking through bloodshot eyes

Asuguo

looking in the mirror
tells me that getting a haircut
should have priority on my to-do list

Asuguo