clinging to the last straw
like a man on death row
to avoid spending a day with his child

Asuguo

the ticking
of the clock never
was that loud

Asuguo

dienstag
der 13te
ist kein freitag

Asuguo

she gets nervous
when i’m not there
that’s a new situation

Asuguo

the cat
stole the night,
again

Asuguo

sie müssen
ihre grenze
kennen

Asuguo

inside they smoke pot and
talk to jesus, outside
the windshields are covered with ice

Asuguo

the ducks
shit little
cigars

Asuguo

don’t they
have roads
in asia?

Asuguo

on the bus
there is nowhere
i can run

Asuguo