those who know
nothing about nothing
speak the loudest

leaving the set
i was surprised
it's still daytime

from afar
the stench of parfume
makes my stomach revolt

the ticking of the clock
doesn't deliver the monotony
i need to fall asleep

if you never slept
do you still
call it getting up ?

the sun in my eyes
is a wordless
fare-thee-well

driving through america
involves a lot of
faith in technique

stepped out of the car
to leave planet earth
for a couple of hours

ending as roadkill
on HW 90 is bad luck
you can hardly beat

they follow the light
and the fridge is snoring
time to go to bed !