it's not the speed, it's
the effort I need to reach it
that's annoying

Asuguo

could my
words count
any less

Asuguo

a little excercise
feels like two hearts
pumping in my chest

Asuguo

runners end
hibernation earlier
than bikers

Asuguo

there are
parts of jesus
behind my bed

Asuguo

the remains
though never alive
look very dead

Asuguo

too early did i think
that he was halfway
back to normal

Asuguo

mit schrecken stell ich
fest: heuer kommt das
christkind nicht !

Asuguo

wounds and garlic
are a painful
combination

Asuguo

sometimes the roads
going from nowhere to nowhere
are the busiest

Asuguo