can we beat them?

2026年01月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 706th. week

A chaplain, with a woman three months pregnant, had eloped.
The blood spatter, an easy laughter is, by the nurse.
Under the evening moon, going to say the final goodbyes for his friend, she had gone as is.
Printed on the textbook, a rectangle, tracing over and over.
Spring has come, should pass by, your house.

composed by them.

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2026年01月18日

『自由への航海 (THIS IS THE SEA)』 by ザ・ウォーターボーイズ (THE WATERBOYS)

アンビバレンツ (Ambivalenz) だな、そう思う。
一聴すると、そこにある激しさに気付く。でも、それを裏付けるのは、ちから強さでも逞しさでもない。それに正反するものばかりなのだ。

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2026年01月16日

Nuclear

the song "Nuclear“ from the album "Love Songs” by Destiny's Child.
you can read the texts inspired by

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2026年01月15日

絵画ヲ詠メル

舌のはふ　舐める紅蓮は　ほのをかな　瓦礫とかしし　おおそらが下

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2026年01月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 705th. week

After the orgy, on a remain, getting afternoon sun.
At the bus stop, a streetwalker stands alone, with no umbrella.
If the wind blows, of the woman riding on a rocking horse, her coccyx there is.
The dusk has fallen, to cheek to cheek though, an alien he is.
To make a drastic cut, behead, and make broth.

composed by them.

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2026年01月09日

Mosh

the song "Mosh“ from the album "Encore” by Eminem.
you can read the texts inspired by

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2026年01月08日

映画ヲ詠メル

せんろつたひ　みつつのぼくは　たびのそら　てをひくははの　くもつているかを

るい詠める

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2026年01月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 704th. week

After cleaning a ditch, on a heap of rubble, the throne there.
A sponge, flogged to death, be like a wrinkled frog.
Of a balloon, deflating, to take her leave.
The typhoon gone, dried fishes begin to rotate, under nightlights.
After killing all of them, on the crotch of a dog, a red flower blooms. Or, after killing all of them, on grey field-speedwell, a red flower blooms.

composed by them.

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