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.