in time for food
too late
to stay dry

Dillo Fenderson

inside the wooden shack
i try to imagine what it's like
to wait for a kill

Asuguo

forager's
geocache
workout

Asuguo

one drop
doesn't make
a rain

Dillo Fenderson

who brought him here?
because he couldn't
have managed on his own

Dillo Fenderson

i remember a time when
being a pedestrian wasn't
a life threatening experience

Asuguo

blind faith
that the road doesn't
end suddenly

Dillo Fenderson

no way this
can be the interlude
to summer!

Asuguo

fog on the
mountain
is called cloud

Dillo Fenderson

some people dress
like they have just escaped
from an asylum

Asuguo