Wednesday, December 15th 2004
"we've so many things in common"
please, be less in insulting
and just call me names
the music confirms my suspicion:
the people aren't real,
but it's really happening.
Monday, December 13th 2004
the sound of blowing
my nose echoes through
the whole building
Sunday, December 12th 2004
voices distorted
to the monotonous buzz
of insects
probably the first time
i wish it would stop
going downhill
Saturday, December 11th 2004
in the night
streets don't go uphill
they just slow you down
Friday, December 10th 2004
the second i enter a store
the only thought left in my brain
is on how to get out again
Wednesday, December 8th 2004
with everybody asleep
my dreams of empty roads
become a short-lived reality
Tuesday, December 7th 2004
due to sleepiness
todays haiku
has to be omitted
he's surprised and annoyed
that i didn't vanish
into thin air