2012年08月22日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 18th. week vol. 2

Make him putting on a diaper, hit with a whip the ignorant, Mutsu no Kami, the governor for the land of Mutsu.
On a night of April, running over my pussycat, the tongue of a dog. Or, under the obscene moon, running over my pussycat, the tongue of a dog.
When I wind the watch, like a clockwork, Immanuel Kant goes. Or, when I wind the machine, like a clockwork, a cunt wets.
From the building fire breaks out, for the endless of this summer, an indication it is.
To the back of water, a ladle as a offering of flowers, the woman throws (to call the ghost who was drowned and will be drowned by him).

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