2012年06月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 9th. week vol. 3.

How a small white keeps off his hunger to lick your blood, he does!
After the storm, a Jellyfish has dried up on a tetrapod.
To have been confined in a room with tatami mats, I will pick up flowers on my dream in this night.
In Penglai Island, page babies grew thickly on last autumn.
In the noon, having some drinks of hot sake, your asshole for one flower of a plumed cockscomb, there is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 9th. week vol. 2.

Is it an omen? I met at twilight, a child who lost the father.
In the period of Imperium Romanum, on the mouth of the murdered, a whelk egg case there was.
A child of my sister‐in‐law pretends a sharks which has a dorsal fin in the bath (maybe he will feel a chill after).
There is a spider on the cheek of Jesus, which has finished to eat his meal.
Has the bloody blastula roasted? If it has well, you should turn it.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 9th. week vol. 1.

On offering of flowers, they offended Keukegen, the Japanese monster fluffy hair appearance its means.
Floating in my hand, the ocean is there, an ocean sunfish.
How only feeled refreshed the recycle bin on my personal computer, it is! Either nor, How feeled refreshed the body of the recycle bin on my personal computer, it is!
On some of sweetie whitely peaches, sea hares must be thrown away because they are crawling.
When we will finish, for Motoko? To return evil for good, our hunting for puppets and dummies.

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2012年06月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 8th. week vol. 2

For a fishing bait, there is a the mellowed of David Geffen's former self.
What a reckless fellow! There is a sweeping brush stroke on the cheek, on first use of his new brush.
We should knead, puddle, screw and twist the ouroboros to change butter and vinegar.
In sleeping, rapid eye movement or non-rapid eye movement, the eyes are very busy on tonight, too. This is the my "Histoire de l'oeil".
So I've just drunk, I'm standing to have nothing to do in front of a sento, Japanese communal bath house.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 8th. week vol. 1

Firstly, they invited a mono-eyed snake to the apple orchard.
Knitting a ring, I sing a cadenza for "Sygdommen til Doden" to myself.
To make a farewell call, there is a suspended ceiling over a golden lace.
Grip an arm underhand when you twist one of crying aka-oni, a red goblin.
I decide not to ask her why there is one drop on her collar bone.

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2012年06月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 7th. week vol. 2

Although I have killed myself, my body cannot decompose. So, I found having been left alone.
Albatrosses show their reactions to the moving of his arm, as if Captain Ahab is calling.
On the noon in that winter, the river delta ran dry, so a catfish was hearing sounds of thunder a far away.
It is too unsophisticated to get the head of your enemy for your vengeance at the market early morning (also, to sell it, you know).
Her child of a kept woman learns the number π by loosening a chocolate filled brioches.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 7th. week vol. 1

Is it his asthma attack? It seems he is blamed to loot at a fire by the sunshine on the dinner.
When we are caught in an evening shower, her perfume squirms on my body. So soon, I use three my fingers for her pleasure.
When he gets wet to the skin in the Euphrates, an wolverine acts like a kabuki actor.
At the shop teniwoha, I missed pronunciations of postpositional particles. The sounds told it was the noon of the mid-summer.
He paid what little money he has for getting a soap bubble.

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2012年05月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 6th. week vol. 2

For Daidarabotchi, the giant in Japanese mythology, there is a dekunobou, a blockhead like a useless bar to pull up the Mt. Tsukuba.
Ariadne had been lost. Her smartphone was left there.
It is drizzling rain in the evening, so I tear my peritoneum and put on the dish for seasoned squid soft.
"Money is ...," in Japanese dialect from Shizuoka, He picked up two blood lines and arranged on the kenzan, a needle-point holder in ikebana.
I will wipe out the mouth and take off the funeral makeup, to stay with you all through the night.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 6th. week week vol. 1

We ate rice balls with salt after having picked off all of the flowers for sobbing.
The comb has already been rusted. It is the night when you eat into yourself.
To get a gold, The king at the risk of his life attacks to the promotion zone.
A girl said she is a virgin, so have hit by a bottle of champagne.
I am dazzled by a girl has a bobbed hair. She hangs down her head and gets a handkerchief to put on her neck.

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2012年05月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 5th. week vol. 2

Chimi-Mouryo, Japanese evil spirits of mountains and rivers are playing "Wacky Races" on the Crape-myrtles, aren't they?
The person with a stammer has made off with discharge water from the dam.
On Hakata dialect, "Don't you know that?" confess to me and I hear that I don't know, "I have a mole on my ass."
A leaf of the princess tree, open sesame, they also are in dark brown.
In the dark of her emergence, on the crotch of a cicada, a kunoichi, a female ninja is there.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 5th. week vol. 1

On this crossroad, I'll apply Kinkan, Japanese medicine to stop itching for offering a human sacrifice.
Montgomery, died abroad at the house where having used to live in.
We fold the globe at each meridian.
To a strap in the tube. an animal on the red date book hangs on.
Softly the finless porpoise wipes his nose of the tengu, the legendary mountain goblins of Japan.

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2012年05月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 4th. week vol. 2

A Eurasian Scops-owl recalls a caterpillar when the wind is shining.
Loneliness is, so to speak, angels drawn by Paul Klee.
When I went to Setagaya with the sleeves of my kimono tucked up, I found there is a nioudo, a shrine for niou guardians.
In a tea plantation, a lizard is chinning himself up by his one arm.
"What are you doing now?" in Fukushima dialect, I was given the challenge by the Diluvium.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 4th. week vol. 1

It is not suitable for me standing with a flower rainy day.
The back of the ocean gets wet in brilliant coloring.
How suspicious You are! To shave the beard of Francis Bacon, 1st Viscount St Alban KC.
We were completely outwitted by the MS-06 Zaku II, one of the mob characters.
They have brilliantly returned to base of soldiers in the whole universe that Buddha enlightened.

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2012年05月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 3rd. week vol. 2

A small white got special confidence in Koukai.
Before the noon, I got the penis by my left hand to measure radial rays.
For a rice‐planting girl, you should sign and seal on her bottom.
I coughed up my phlegm there for the camouflage as violets in the muddy garden.
A roadkill is take a bath in the morning, comfortably.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 3rd. week vol. 1

It tells her Gestaltzerfall that she cries "Foolish, you are!" under a white cloud.
On a fine day of May, what a white tummy under her gather on the skirt!
What can I do? I feel as if I were a Kappa got your shirikodama, the mythical ball inside the anus.
When I look up the sky, there is the same sun saying good-bye my Larugeus.
At our kitchen, I find you have the scare by knot of a rope on your wrist.

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2012年05月02日

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

There are dusts of this week in the disposable shopping bag.
On my unrolled sushi a fly dies, I find by my sleeping eyes.
They must have done a flit, there is a lot of large discarded in showery weather.
This cylinder cannot work well like me getting old.
A sewing machine and an umbrella have gotten tired to waiting for someone at A Tully's.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 2nd. week vol. 1

When a non‐drinker throws his sake cup, you can find him dishonesty.
Is there him in The Agency of Angels?
What should I do when I realized that I was barking up the wrong tree?
I'll see you if there is any distortion in the magnetic field.
Gathering my scab, how swift it is - on my aneurysm.

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2012年04月25日

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

Nuts got angry on a toilet seat.
There is a cat on a PCB in a picture.
You should pronounce "Etant donnes" as a virgin, shouldn't you?
I would run this mouse on your shoulder-blade when I was still only half awake.
I drawn Jules Verne's beard on my textbook.

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