passing through the
smoking area feels like getting
hit with an olfactory bat

Asuguo

oh no, not again
shut up, go away
cease to exist

Dillo Fenderson

her nagging
annoyed me, a stranger
what's it like for a grandchild?

Dillo Fenderson

i prefer a sure walk
over a possible wait
every time

Asuguo

just when I accepted,
that I wasn't meant to own that game
it was sent to me

Dillo Fenderson

baby carriages
enhance recklesness
even in the entourage

Asuguo

i label people as assholes
upon first encounter
but i don't care

Asuguo

i want their blood
on my hands
and not mine

Asuguo

my hatred
mirrored and amplified in others
amuses me

Dillo Fenderson

at long last,
i understand the meaning
of the street's name

Dillo Fenderson