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.