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

the sight
of snow
makes me tired

Asuguo

my blood cells
are reconquering
my toes

Asuguo

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

Asuguo

hearing what first i
only saw in writing makes the
evil more apparent

Asuguo