viennese drivers
don't pretend, they are
genuine assholes

big cars
are a substitute
for a brain

vienna celebrates
its idiots and lets
them all run free

in the forest my theme tune
is the high pitched
buzz of a hundred mosquitoes

worte mit k:
kontrolle, katastrophe, krebs
katholische kirche

i'll probably lose my ability
to put letters together
in a meaningful way

i'm too old
i don't have the time
to stay at my job

a sore biceps is a good
indicator on how much arms
are involved in downhill biking

with a beekeepers suit
i could enjoy the garden
despite the mosquitoes

with his darkest expression
gunkl demonstrated that
he doesn't ride bikes, ever