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

when the coffee is served
by a ghoul, what kind
of guests do i actually expect?

Asuguo