night time plans for
things to do the next morning
are generally doomed

Asuguo

der glückliche zufall
ist eine
olfaktorische gefahr

Asuguo

today
it’s open house
on the bike lane

Asuguo

he’s like a scooter
you still smell him
after he’s long gone

Asuguo

i am planning
on planning
to plan something

Asuguo

there is
no destination
only the journey

Asuguo

my chimney
wears
a hat

Asuguo

they play
elevator music
in the restrooms

Asuguo

i never thought
i could hate someone
so fervently

Asuguo

i can’t see
the people
for the morons

Asuguo