No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.

Dillo Fenderson

Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.

Dillo Fenderson

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

Asuguo

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