and they call
my method
fuzzy

Dillo Fenderson

the moon
lights my way
like a dimmed sun

Asuguo

no one steals
my potting soil
and lives

Asuguo

locking the door
makes the cat
demand food

Dillo Fenderson

a dragon with
wings on his neck
and a dog face

Dillo Fenderson

Sie
kauft
Fußnoten

Dillo Fenderson

Wenn's mehr Staub
als Papier ist,
ist's dann noch Altpapier?

Dillo Fenderson

so much
i want to tell him
but i can't

Asuguo

the persian trainee
is amongst the worst
we've ever had

Asuguo

there are only
two ways the past
could have gone

Dillo Fenderson