Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 47th. week vol. 1

Where a lark is singing in, haven't you see the sky, Trollkarl. Or, a lark is singing, don't you hear any attention, do you, Trollkarl.
On the last train, creaking a strap holding on to, the wave motion gun is discharged.
On brushing my teeth, a kesalan patharan, Japanese angel hair, into tepid water.
A gag in her mouth, to make a mock of her by words only, haiku is suitable for may be.
At the hill, the neck of him be crucifieddie on the cross, like a hinge.

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2013年03月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week Five Skull Haikus

On the top of the needles mountain in the hell, pile up skulls and make a cairn.
In life, in kindness, for helping persons in need, you should become a skull. (In Japanese, the words "helping persons in need" also have the mean "strip the skins".)
Two baby birds are showing themselves from eyes of the skull.
In a mirror of the dressing table, a lady is reflected and we can find a big skull.
"Ready and go!", the button he should push on, a skull it's the shape is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week vol. 2

Of Portuguese Jesuits, throwing‐knives make the sounds on being thrown, which are shaped as pentagrams.
The vegetable lamb of tartary, on clipping, you can harvest broccoli.
In order to cut down the number of mouths they had to feed, so earning enough to keep body and soul together and being cut off their tongue. Or, In order to cut down the number of mouths they had to feed, so eating paste to keep body and soul together and being cut off their tongue.
A daughter reared from young, the scrotum is shakin', hits the nail on the head.
Or he will come or he won't come, getting a single geminate speedwell for fortune telling. Otherwise, or he will come or he won't come, a deva using foliage scroll on his background for fortune telling.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 46th. week vol. 1

Oh yeah on March, better to be in high spirits, because of in accounting period.
To reveal their true characters, being driven into a corner to the wall, three rascals are.
Where are you going, chipping a tooth of her geta, the traditional Japanese footwear, Sachi is running away. Or, where are you going, chipping a tooth of her geta, the traditional Japanese footwear, Sachi knows the reason.
The armillary sphere, to set, and eat ground nuts.
Setting free the bears, the last business day for the origami popgun.

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2013年02月27日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 3

Drifting on the stream red flowers are, growing up faster than me. Sayoko Kikuchi is.
At ultimate fate of the universe, getting hold of his cane, left 10,000,000 years.
To black smoke above the railway, waving her hand, a girl in my distant view.
Hiding herself, Azami, the assassin, biting the edge of her sword. Or, for recollecting, a single flower of thistle to bite, with the edge of her sword.
If one of the little fingers are left, hands will come out, feet come out, of Tomie from it.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 2

For Japanese apricot on the anniversary of a death, to cold rice, adding thin dipping sauce for tempura in one breath.
Looking up, loke traditional Japanese handballs, big and small, Kijimunas on the banyan tree, which are the spirits from Okinawa's mythology.
Bob cut and deep red color on her lips, giving a sidelong glance, here she comes, Lulu. Or, bob cut and deep red color on her lips, giving a sidelong glance, to take medicine for cold, Lulu three tablets.
As Moros (from the novel "Run, Melos!" written by Osamu Dazai), no reason to run there is, I hope.
Nitidotellina nitidula (called Sakura-gai it means cherry shell in Japanese), by a small fish bone, is picked on the collar.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 45th. week vol. 1

To make a necklace, pick and gather flowers and root out at least.
An woman is crying, so pretending as Haguregumo's running away, it makes the sounds "De-den-den".
Just before blowing, from the lower lips of her, getting a complaint like a mono-ii on sumo, which is another suggestion that one of five judges cannot allow the judge of the referee.
Of a crazy girl, a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root, we can hear a song. Or, of a crazy girl, a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root, we can get the first price in this season.
Cendrillon said, "Let's make cherry blossoms to come out at the dead!" Or, Cendrillon, surprisingly, can make cherry blossoms to come out.

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2013年02月20日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 3

"Le triangle d'or" is there, but silver square must go into a dead angle.
On boiling, in my spoon, "Utilitarianism" by John Stuart Mill.
This Kappa, gets the hat trick, taking three shirikodamas, a mythical ball said to contain their soul which is located inside the anus.
To a stepmother, unfounded, no reason is there, throw some pebbles. Or, from a stepmother, unfounded, no reason is there, thrown some pebbles.
On Jingzhe, the children of loach and of carassius, on a way home from the house of the rising sun.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 2

Falling the last snow in this winter, in ninin-baori which is that two persons wear one short coat for formal kimono in japanese game playing, one is rubbing the breasts of the other.Or, falling the last snow in this winter, in ninin-baori which is that two persons wear one short coat for formal kimono in japanese game playing, the one of in it is rubbing her breasts.
A pope of haiku has gone wandering round withered fields, as their conclave.
As the dogs begin to bark, a little boy breathe in his recorder on his way home from his juke, the special private schools that offer lessons conducted after regular school hours in Japan.
For the crab's children seeking revenge on the monkey, a chestnut and a bee and a Japanese mortar get a cow pie as their supporter from "The Strange Uncle" acted by Ken Shimura, the Japanese comedian.
Water from an irrigation channel, for Kawayanosuke the character created by Suehiro Maruo, to moisten a dying his lips. Or, amniotic fluid from his mother, for Kawayanosuke the character created by Suehiro Maruo, to moisten a dying his lips.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 44th. week vol. 1

By her wet fingers to, forming a line with two moles, at the next position is there.
The woman gets hold of the hand of, the back of a blind man I can only see. Or, the woman carries a blind man, who gets hold of her hand. Or, the woman carried a blind man, who gets hold of his hand (if you want to).
To make cups of tea, so, an ugly face in blue should be shut down softly.
With our backs to the cascade, falling a frog into, and taking no notice of that. Or, get the back of Mr. Taki, and holding down with Russian Leg Sweep, it's no matter for me.
Being named by, you can carry a love letter, stellaria (In Japanese, stellaria is called "Hakobesou". "Hakobesou" sounds "Be able to carry" in Japanese).

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2013年02月13日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 43rd. week vol. 2

On a scar from the operation my lips put, and grasp the guts, the eye ball in front of me watches.
Of the Pope, puffing out a candle, the sky is red.
In the forest, a little pig doesn't understand, under pleats on the skirt are there.
To hear the rustle of her dress, drains down a toilet seat, the drop salivated from me.
When I asked him what his name was, he laughed mockingly and said, in Kitano Blue.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 43rd. week vol. 1

A garbage truck goes under cover of night and has left blood on the tracks. Or, a garbage truck, because of being mistaken for illness, has left blood on the tracks.
In the all nights long, her lonely sleeping only alone understanding or not, the cats pants under loads.
Her dog doesn't know, his tongue is thickly covered crimson with her pedicure.
In spite of her menopause, no time to get old, an woman is there.
Remembering that summer, drawing his pharos bigger than.

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2013年02月06日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week an appendix

On the in-bound line, the person who know spring has come, is with a running nose.
Singing the song "My Graduation" calmly, so I give a spanking on the face.
To all of Yakuzas, groups of gangsters, after telling the excuse, the Lord of destruction appears.
Be colored by Prussian blue, how wonderful from the rotten bodies it smells, "Memento mori (Remember your mortality)". it is said. Or, in this life, how wonderful from the rotten bodies it smells, "Memento mori (Remember your mortality)".
On biting your ear, an ill for my lips, the black long hairs do.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 42nd. week vol. 3

"It's my wife" is boiled by my fingers, "and it's my life" on the spoon.
On my waking, by the shredder, shredding my f***er.
A picture of "The Virgin and the Child", on assassinating, turned over.
Removing the parsley, on the ketchup, when we eat omurice, a kind of Japanese dishes, rice covered by omelette.
The man who had not be able to be E. T. A. Hoffmann, wrote "Das Unheimliche" about the novel "Der Sandmann".

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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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