his body odor
cost me a good part
of my olfactory sense

Asuguo

it seems like
i took the wrong exit
onto the race track

Asuguo

waiting for the paycheck
feels like waiting for death
for beginners

Asuguo

how can i be successful
when we have a different
understanding of the word ?

Asuguo

tire tracks in the snow
tell a story of a journey
uphill, ended abruptly

Asuguo

biking 50 km per hour, at a temp
of 1 degree below zero
has the potential to suck my brains out

Asuguo

passing through the
smoking area feels like getting
hit with an olfactory bat

Asuguo

i prefer a sure walk
over a possible wait
every time

Asuguo

baby carriages
enhance recklesness
even in the entourage

Asuguo

i label people as assholes
upon first encounter
but i don't care

Asuguo