December 2004
Wednesday, December 15th 2004

"we've so many things in common"
please, be less in insulting
and just call me names

Asuguo

the music confirms my suspicion:
the people aren't real,
but it's really happening.

Dillo Fenderson

Monday, December 13th 2004

the sound of blowing
my nose echoes through
the whole building

Asuguo

Sunday, December 12th 2004

voices distorted
to the monotonous buzz
of insects

Dillo Fenderson

probably the first time
i wish it would stop
going downhill

Dillo Fenderson

Saturday, December 11th 2004

in the night
streets don't go uphill
they just slow you down

Dillo Fenderson

Friday, December 10th 2004

the second i enter a store
the only thought left in my brain
is on how to get out again

Asuguo

Wednesday, December 8th 2004

with everybody asleep
my dreams of empty roads
become a short-lived reality

Asuguo

Tuesday, December 7th 2004

due to sleepiness
todays haiku
has to be omitted

Asuguo

he's surprised and annoyed
that i didn't vanish
into thin air

Dillo Fenderson