they are the pins,
i'm the ball.
it's better to be the ball

Asuguo

blessed are those
who have lost
their sense of smell

Asuguo

death by
nutella
crepes

Asuguo

without earphones
the world's bizarre, but i'm
not sure if in a good way

Asuguo

i can almost safely
say that the last
mosquito has died

Asuguo

politically incorrect,
in steps
tubercolosis

Asuguo

the world is ready
for a parallel internet:
the senseless info web

Asuguo

my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes

Asuguo

the sight
of snow
makes me tired

Asuguo

the wind probably
didn't buy a ticket
for the tram

Asuguo