i want their blood
on my hands
and not mine

Asuguo

in an animal
they'd call it rabies
and shoot it

Asuguo

eyes full of rage,
foam at the mouth,
a placebo for a brain

Asuguo

the best things
in life .....
aren't things

Asuguo

with my hands in my pockets
i get through vienna
a little more germ free

Asuguo

luck holds its breath
when the wrong time
meets the wrong place

Asuguo

my hopes are for
the todays to be different
than the yesterdays

Asuguo

this moronic morons
openly displaying their moron-ness
are unnerving

Asuguo

time passed too fast;
a multi-lingual, giggling lunatic;
the fog tonight is delightning

Asuguo

a nun in a saab
joyfully talking on her cell
almost kisses my bumper

Asuguo