2012年11月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 2

In front of blood pressure meter, it has been a half period for days of moratorium.
Holding a new‐born baby, at the thicket, had fallen into decay.
Watching my bed upside-down, for your reward, you should be just waiting.
Also in this winter, with the precocious girl, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen. Or, also in this winter, with Too-Ticky, I want to watch the God's Crossing on this lake when it is frozen.
Say goodbye to Tokyo, unless saying something still having feeling for, I blow my nose.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 32nd. week vol. 1

When you strike me by a bachi hebi, a hammer's spawn, is a legendary snake-like cryptid from Japan, you can hear good sounds from my stomach, because it is fat like a beer barrel.
They come from Khlysts if you go into their past life, also the Akarenger from the Gorenger and Bera from Humanoid Monster Bem.
Drinking a glass of water, which order of soup is correct, before or after, a Chinese spoon is here.
To be parboiled, how strange, beans are brighten. Or, to be parboiled, so beans becomes brighten, of which the place of origin is Myo-chiku-lin, the strange bamboo thicket.
As it is said, pretending not to see, a hammerhead shark is.

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2012年11月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 3

The dogs will find the Zanba-to, the sword of the Slum King is blowing in the wind.
In an evening of this winter, two of haiku poets pouring their own sake each other, are there. Or, drinking in this winter, two of the disabled pouring their own sake each other, are there.
Getting a windbill, near the signboards, I've thrown up. Or, broken the appointment, (so I've drunken until) the doors closed, I've thrown up.
Let's start a fresh, and hang yourself.
The bronze statue of a naked girl, wondering when it will be coated with verdigris, this spring has not come, yet.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 2

When I've finished to read, I found the clockwork was warped, of which should be sicked in my screw.
In the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, a match seller was there. Or, in the next morning, it had calmed down the cold wintry wind, so, we could sell our matches as business.
Chasing the dead woman, at Nakoso Station, raising a cloud of ashes (and I lost). (In Japanese, "Nakoso" means "don't come" or "don't follow".)
Jika-tabi, an outdoor footwear worn in Japan, when we put off, there is fragrantsweet‐smelling, it tells us here comes December.
Where the sound comes from, the girl is chasing it, from walking four miles to nine miles. (In Japanese winter. we can see roast sweet potato vendors in our streets,. They appears on the cars with the sound made by the chimneys of their boilers. Their advertising copy says "The flavor of roast sweet potatoes is much better than of chestnuts." It sounds same as "Thirteen miles is equal as nine miles and four miles" in Japanese language.)

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 31st. week vol. 1

Don't hear his tweets, please judge by my looks, the oriental dollarbird I am. Or, don't lend your ear to him, please look at me, the oriental dollarbird I am. (In Japan people believed the oriental dollarbird can tweet bu-po-so. And bu-po-so can be translate to "buddha, sila, monk", so they believe the bird can tweet bu-po-so is very faithful. So it named as bu-po-so in Japan. But the oriental dollarbird cannot tweet bu-po-so in real. Actually, the bird can tweet bu-po-so is the eurasian scops-owl. This truth can be found in 1935.)
Cutting short the advance hint of the story, so, we can get a grand finale. Or , by mistake, cutting short the advance hint of the story, so the story is just over.
At Nichome, to look down on pumpkin tempuras, split their chopsticks. Or, at Nichome, looking pumpkin tempuras and the ass of the lover, split chopsticks to eat.
Be disgusted, a lisping girl tries to take the initiative. Or, Be disgusted, a girl with short tongue tries to grasp my stick.
Loving somebody's lover, a woman from France, a Japanese macaque do.

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2012年11月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 30th. week vol. 2

At my misfortune, don't laugh mockingly, the carbuncle has his face on my body.
Would you like to try one? You're free to choose as you please. There are false or imitations of.
Whenever I visit my lover, there is a Japanese tit. Or, whenever I visit my lover, she is absent there.
When I took my choko, which is a cup to drink Japanese sake, being hard on me, the woman shook her head.
Sick in migraine, want to get off a headache part, the Anpanman, don't you think so?

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 30th. week vol. 1

The Japanese archipelago, get and throw as a boomerang.
Before the tongue of the mouth having dried, we shall order the dish of based on spring onions and tuna. Or, before your pussy having dried, we can eat the dish of based on spring onions and duck meat. (Because, it means "An accident waiting to happen." in Japanese that a wild duck comes carrying spring onions.)
She makes herself up, so, shakes a scythe, cuts off three heads and gets. Or, she fall in love with, so, shakes a scythe, cuts off three heads and gets.
After spanked by her, I wonder whether should I run after her, anyway, dosojin, the road ancestor god in Japan. is watching us.
On a sunny spot, before setting the table for dinner, a bottle of soy sause is there.

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2012年11月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 29th. week vol. 2

A cat within, a chest of drawers is falling down under the cliff.
To be announced being under The Cure, if you opened the door, you could understand it was Cheap Trick.
If you ask some questions to the snot-nosed kid, you will turn out just as his wished. Or, if you ask the snot-nosed kid what is this, it is the jar what he wonders about , no doubt.
On the sunset, getting some sun, the bent back tried to do a forward upward circling on the bar.
Sprouts of plants shooting from under the soil, grasping a razor, under her arm, there are.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 29th. week vol. 1

In revenge, "Yes, it is. You're right" saying, I've danced with.
To hunt a street-woman, he attracts with ground bait at the dead end corner.
A whale's born, suck and lick, and lose mineral for his health.
Tracing a funiculus umbilicalis, it joined to an elektriciteit.
By "surgicar opelation", the screw on my crotch turns right-handed, too.

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2012年10月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 28th. week vol. 2

On January 11 in Japan, they cerebrate Kagami Biraki ("Opening the Mirror" or "Breaking the Mirror") instead of getting the confession by suspects (In Japanese "Breaking One's Mouth" means the confession).
Though I got "In Anger", I heard two songs about it in my brain, I couldn't decide what I should do, "Look Back" or "Don't Look Back".
The gu, a poison of ancient Chinese black magick, how wonderful it is, it should make a head falling down, straightly.
The grasses with a cup by each hands instead of their names, have waited to make a line, and spent all night long.
The Sofa which was wet by your tongue, has gone so far away. Or, the sofa on which I got ecstasy under your skin, has gone so far away.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 28th. week vol. 1

Unintentionally or unexpectedly, to eat a tasty korokke (croquette in Japanese style), I want.
On October, I can hear a buzz though there is no smoky fire used to keep off mosquitoes in the night.
Saying "Not on any account!", he will hit a gong tomorrow.
Be tight‐lipped like a bottled pickles, the suspect is.
When I woke, a bloody left hand there is. Or, when I woke, my left hand got bloodied.

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2012年10月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 27th. week

At the garden there are petrified people, except Medousa combing.
To run away from home, and sing to the sky "Mack The Knife".
After discussion all night long, (we could not come to the conclusion,) so we will talking about it other day.
What shall I do, there is a thorn in his words which he moans.
To prove for my love, when I prize open your mouth and spit at.

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2012年10月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 26th. week

Please spin a magazine of the revolver, if you wanted, however, I let you die.
There is a thorn of the rose which you hold in your mouth.
To learn Chinese calligraphy, by ink brushes and inkstone, a threatening letter used for a example.
BlacK Lizard, Japanese female phantom thief, Gauche the cellist doesn't know, is hiding herself in his instrument.
Before being drunk, falling asleep and taking a bath, I shall give you cunnilingus.

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2012年10月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 25th. week

By uiro, a Japanese traditional steamed cake, I am made fun of on our lover's quarrel.
It seems for old men and old women to be just hale and hearty in the examination room.
There is a lonely woman walking in the street only, so I call out to her "Uwan!", but she never lose her head. (Uwan in Japanese folklore is a disembodied voice that inhabits old, abandoned temples and homes. It is said if you hear somebody calls "Uwan!", you must answer "Uwan!" If you do not do, you should be taken away to the hell.)
The party is over, so I have nothing to do without green bristlegrass.
So lovely tortoise had gone, by cup. we made burial mound and buried.

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2012年10月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 24th. week

At the sunset to see the west, a man who observes the wind is in a fluster.
Gathering clouds in the night, the fox will ride her horse for her wedding.
On waiting the sunshine, a child in the festival procession runs out, lilies are a little blurred in the picture.
A kind of the person who pick up a fuse from the bomb, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he is.
Though she died, her cunt got verminous, how strong she was.

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2012年09月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days. the 23rd. week

Go, and go, and fill in the blanks though pretty vacant, I am.
Having some serirogans, a pharmaceutical drug and go to the lavatory with my pillow.
Where Gammera The Invincible is, Skytree has not be broken by, yet.
This is the reason why I call you, I am restricted by the voice of Keisuke Kuwata from a cable broadcasting.
I was tempted by someone's hand to get something, so I got it reduced the price \20.

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2012年09月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 22nd. week

No-Face from the movie "Spirited Away" directed by Hayao Miyazaki takes a rest in the garden where pansies bloom.
In an arbor, a shaking corpse is there.
The niginigis, the government officials appraise the women like the chapter "Hahakigi : Broom Tree" from "The Tale Of Genji" in spite of typhoon becoming harder.
Because I'm hungry, it is a suitable weather to examine our stool, it's a fine day in this autumn.
On our half-nakedness, when we are waiting for our X-ray examination, we are caught in a shower.

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2012年09月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 21st. week

On a skylight, scarlet bloody wetly hand print is there.
With ambition, to write a letter for Tamamo-no-Mae, the nine-tailed fox.
Ariwara no Narihira has gotten a tomboy and ridden an unruly horse at the top of his speed.
This summer have not gone, haven't it. Cicadas do not know when they should make their exit, foolishly.
To take a commission from the homeless, and to get our means of living.

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2012年09月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 20th. week

On peeling off the withered moors picture, I found there are Mokumokuren, the Japanese spirits that live in torn shoji, Japanese paper sliding walls.
By the Sanzu River which similar to the River Styx on Japanese tradition and religious belief, a false married couple perform a farce.
I put my pork pie hat on a head of plumed cockscomb.
To sealput your seal on, be sent around Shinjuku City.
To rush into some banks with some transfer forms because it's the end of a term.

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2012年08月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 19th. week

A teardrop from the heaven, get a water lily wet, will become hard rain to the hell.
By the imperial edict, to slaughter my child, burning with a bright flame, it is.
Be dispersed, mourning in his soul, the human vapor here is.
Be vexed, at the skin of a woman made of a rubber tube, I bite and stick my teeth.
For just a stage setting, and be built cheaply, over withered moors here is.

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