grey complex, almost
abandoned by people,
planes, even stores

Asuguo

a police car in disguise;
the world gets a weirder place
with each passing day

Asuguo

you leave the house
you turn the same colorless grey
as the rest of the world

Asuguo

the new year started
like the old one ended:
rain, wind, spring like temperatures

Asuguo

farts in moist
enviroment
smell even worse

Asuguo

with a little fantasy
all of a sudden
it makes sense

Asuguo

keeping in touch
with you
is self mutilation

Asuguo

going faster and faster and faster
til my body is covered in sweat and
the belief that my memories are real fades

Asuguo

there are winds
where my best
ain't good enough

Asuguo

in a parallel universe
i probably get rolled over
by cars twice a day

Asuguo