Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 2

Because of being warm by the kotatsu, a kind of the heater in Japan, my wish isn't realized, for sleeping with my head in your lap.
Be mistaken for runs in her stockings, bloody on her thigh.
A child of the nakai, the parlormaid in the Japanese style hotel, in the linen room, is dreaming a dream with a straw ricebag.
All night long, don't miss it by one minute by one second, on the Magick Square.
Biting her lips in, lost her virgin, golden chains were left.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 1

The magician being thickly dressed, are walking through, rabbits sticks and a shower of blossoms in his pockets.
You'll melt and become butter, running ruinning around and around, on playing "duck, duck, goose".
Within solted kelp and covered with ground toasted sesame seeds, taking rice balls, let's climb Mt. Chausu-dake.
By moss on her arms green, by blood on her lips vermilion, it's a love affair from the mushroom people. Or, by moss on her arms green, by blood on her lips vermilion, and turns into the mushroom people violet.
Please, put blood on your finger, and he is smiling, because of the contract enclosed.

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2013年01月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 41st. week vol. 2

Three in the sky, revolving silver circles like the Toroids in Xevious. Or, the sky is filled of revolving silver circles like the Toroiids in Xevious.
Because its name sounds thick, I cannot help asking which color it is, winter daphne.
How move the tongue of an anteater, remembering what happened in our bedroom.
A voyage to London, binding up a dead man to the steered wheel and saying "Steady course!"
With a Chinese soup spoon, ash is floating in a bottom of the china bowl, dawn has not broken. Or, lotus is falling, ash is floating there and dawn has not broken.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 41st. week vol. 1

Taste her pussy by my fingers, and imagine a center hollow of anpan, a Japanese sweet roll.
Don't ask and just listen, who? yes, it's their name, the who.
At Zuboraya, the trattoria for pufferfish dishes, getting a lantern made from pufferfish and coming home on the road.
For refreshments with tea, at the sunny place, treating the split ends of my hair.
Don't be afraid, boy, Kobayashi, just a luminous paint or something.

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2013年01月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 40th. week vol. 3

On a piece of konjac gel, putting on karashi (a kind of mustard used for Japanese dishes) thickly, it's yellow.
A one of the rabble, dare to do bad move, with adrenaline rush.
Under the sunshine in the winter, the shack we live in, inside out.
By his performing seppuku, getting involved in him, a live sharksucker is.
With a map of the labyrinth, going into your dreams.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 40th. week vol. 2

Like "The Wind Has Risen" written by Hori Tatsuo, to dare to have a cough, is it ahead sick?
By cold water in winter, a raccoon, nor an Azukiarai (the japanese spirit, which makes a mysterious noise that sounds like azuki beans being washed or ground near a river or other body of water).
It's my incubation period, a shortage of women, 35 ages.
It snows, a debt collector will wake on dawn.
Gathering their ashes, Jurassic nor Cretaceous nor Triassic, which period it is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 40th. week vol. 1

On her lips, putting his fingers, is a trumpet player.
Though giving your word, pretending not to know, only a hanger is here.
Wandering aimlessly, cutting nails, the 21st fingers'.
By slicking talk, on the social net, being thrown battles of molotov cocktail.
Through the rear sight, I can see, falling down Tatsuya Jinnou, from the comic "Star Of David" created by Masaaki Sato.

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2013年01月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 39th. week vol. 2

From midnight spending the night with, muddily falling and falling into a doze and a doze, till the middle of the day.
Here's Satan standing by, if looking back to, just my shadow it is.
And you and I, ruling and making something our own (or sliding and tumbling) in the whole universe of a billion worlds (that Buddha enlightened).
At ashes builded up, the sound of the growing hot water and siren, I hear. Or, At ashes builded up, after the sound of the growing hot water, and silence comes here.
At the inpatients' ward, a cigar butt for a feeding cup mistaken.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 39th. week vol. 1

Before the dawn, getting two stupa and put sth up for auction.
Rent a hot-water bottle from a snow child, a winter spirit, and be frozen to death.
By the game of 'paper, stone and scissors', it's a fool to select 'paper' firstly.
Diving into and crawling, the endoscope is, like the comic "Hikaru Kaze : Shinin' The Wind" created by Tatsuhiko Yamagami.
If looking down your drain, can understand how useless you are.

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2013年01月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 38th. week

One‐sided, laughing Tange Sazen's paper umbrella with a bull's-eye design , who is a fictional character of a swordsman created by Fubo Hayashi.
A dream's over, a coffin is sinking like a treasure ship.
Staring at first sight, on a broadsword, snow is coming down in large flakes. Or, Staring at first sight, to brandish a broadsword, it's snowing down in large flakes.
Singing the song "Dekansyo Bushi", Bisamratta at your bedside.
A wing of the cicada, counting the numbers of lost songs, children there are.

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2013年01月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 37th. week

Snowing here comes, shaking tits, shaking hips and also let them die. Or, it's snowing, with fathers, and the people who shaking their hips will die, too.
Kicking by the heel, playing a ghost leg with a geisha girl at the spa town.
From someone putting on a red bib, getting a rice cake, at the Jizo-do, the shrine for Ksitigarbha.
Muddy water, filled with, the collarbones of the Jakotsu Baba, the Japanese monster of a snake charmer, appearing as an old woman.
Snapping a toothbrush to use as the bridge for the Sanzu River. Or, snapping a toothbrush to use as chopsticks at the Sanzu River.

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2012年12月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 36th. week

On the hand of an orphan, put for a substitute, the head of a toad.
In her arm, the ears of bulrush are shaking, only seeing the back of the old woman.
The man with a gentle nature, who has no strength and no power for, is a bum.
No kiseru, a Japanese smoking pipe there is, which can make a sharp sound if it is stricken at a ashtray, so I can hardly get out of from my kotatsu, a Japanese foot warmer like an bug which has lived in it.
Just only five minutes, in the lump ten fried chickens, to fill our mouth.

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2012年12月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 35th. week vol. 2

A long nail, 150 mm length, it is said being used for self‐defense, in name only.
Delete, delete and delete, R U happi?
Fishing in troubled waters is it, trying to open a shell and eat a pearl in it.
Just three days it is left, to ask what is the raison d'etre for the flag, on the drifting ship.
Your shadow is forestalling and folding his arms to waiting for you.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 35th. week vol. 1

Saying "I love you", having tried to lick your crutch, as much as possible.
Even if still holding your tongue, you have your swollen right cheek.
Turning and turning this glove, how many hundred million years it has past.
Even if the lantern of the hermit, it can light up no future.
Also the terrestrial television waves are frozen by this cold air mass because we are attacked by Peguila, the monster from the TV program "Ultra Q", of which the episode 14 it made Tokyo in "Ice Age".

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2012年12月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 3

By innocence of a bagworm, a joro spider is moved. (A joro spider has two means. One is a real existence spider, of which scientific name is Nephila clavata. Another is a ghost or goblin of Japanese folklore.)
Having drunken tequila and fallen unconscious, so a bottom of a bottle you can see.
In the dead of my child, after drinking over (his blood), as Hariti does.
At twilight (someone asks who is he), on the Buddha's palm of the hand, a landowner he must be.
Only a castrate there is, a flute for nihility by whom is taken along with.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 2

A fly in the winter, by the deceased, there is.
A love child have recoated one more color of manicure on her finger's nails.
Under sugegasa, a kind of Japanese conical Asian hat, the eyes are shining brighter in gold.
Algae grow thickly we can see, flogs make sounds we can hear, spring might have come.
A folded paper crane I makes for drinking myself as a side dish, a fly stayed on a small dish.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 34th. week vol. 1

So, my hands are chapped, be laughed at by Tsurube-otoshi, a creature from Japanese folklore, lurks in the tops of trees and drops down on unsuspecting humans (he has only a big face, off course, he has no hands).
On this island, I would like fishing catfish, like Don Gaba-cyo.
By a ball of yarn, on the jungle gym, solve a mystery, Guglielmo da Baskerville will.
To imitate the captain Ahab, waving his arm to appear inviting, a scarecrow has gone.
Or Naishi or Shikibu, becoming rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game. Or, if not Shikibu, losing to rivals in love on playing karuta, Japanese card game.

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2012年12月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week an addendum

The child of a pimp appeared between two pretty women, and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows".
The child of a sumo wrestler appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his stamping on the ring for a warm‐up.
The child from the kabuki world appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows", like his walking along the passageway leading to and from the stage with exaggerated movements.
The child of a geisha girl appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".
Saheiji from the movie "Sun InThe Last Days Of The Shogunate" directed by Yuzo Kawashima, was unable to contain himself, appeared and sang "chi-chi-pa-pa" from the song "In The School Of Tree Sparrows" with the performance from the dance "Yakko-san, the pages".

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 2

Nothing but burnt‐out ruins there is, a thief at a fire is dumbfounded.
With gold ingots, be locked up (by the friend), and starve to death.
Spreading out her legs and rolling, Proserpina with her pomegranate is.
To meet secretly at the sausage factory, a penanggalan, a variation of the vampire, and which is a detached female head with her stomach and entrails dangle below and flying in the night.
Impudently, light fire with my match, a thief posing as fellow traveller does. Or, scratching and scratching my matches to light fire, a thief posing as fellow traveller does.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 33rd. week vol. 1

Buying a new calendar for a new year, at first we will check how many holidays in that May is there.
A endoscope through my body, from the anus to the mouth, shakes my back teeth.
Going bed with a woman, I find the words "prohibition of resale" on her body.
In the winter, only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to, dashes on a desire path. Or, the winter is coming faster like it runs, so, on a desire path, there is only a nukenin, the ninja who escaped from his group which he was used to belong to.
Must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays the flute, whose nose bleeds. Or, must be an evening primrose, a girl who plays blowing job, on her period.

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