Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 56th. week Dogra Magra

If you really has the meaning of the name, Doktor Caligari nor Doktor Masaki, Der Sandmann you mast be.
Is she an ubume, a Japanese ghost of a woman who had died in childbirth, a decomposed body Ono no Komachi it was, her belly having grown.
To lose his mind, dreaming on dreaming on dreaming, to lose his mind. Or, to lose his mind, Yumeno has dreamt on his dreaming, and lose his mind again.
An embryo dances, but it has not been born, it's still in his mother's.
For Ichiro Kure, a dream is the key that opens all doors for the sane.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 56th. week vol. 2

Rains on May, writhing in agony, and it makes me sick.
A couple of slugs there, no men, no women.
Her eyes over a surgical mask, am I pretty, wants to ask me.
On Mother's Day, calling the mother, it's a shameless.
To look sleepy, after looking up at the sky, have been to bed.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 56th. week vol. 1

For show business in the summer holidays, Iwa's respects paying, going to Tamiya Shrine at Yotsuya.
The dead dying on the street, under the root of Zoshigaya, burying politely. Or, the dead dying on the street, echoing the sounds at Zoshigaya, burying politely. Otherwise, the dead dying on the street, to sleep at Zoshigaya, burying politely.
A ham actor says, here is the living saint, my mother. Or, Japanese radish is a kind of the living saints, my mother says.
In the wake of Takaoka Prince, to want to sail, on the Dirac Sea. Or, to left the child, to have gone with love, on the Dirac Sea.
A dildo insists on a Win-Win relationship, we should buld.

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2013年05月08日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 55th. week La Danza Macabra

At her debutante, dancing a virgin has gone the way of all flesh.
Get old, go to decay, go bad rotten and became a skull and bones, that is all.
When the banquet was at its height, we can hear the sounds as "Basso continuo", of made by skulls and bones.
The masque of the red death, with whom dancing, is still waiting for his partner.
Only him, laughed at, the Cardinalis has.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 55th. week vol. 3

All that she has, to drink to the last drop, it is said, a secchin from the novel "Yapou, betail humain".
Raising the voice loud and raucously, not being able to suppress the anger because of, an earless seal does.
The pot calling the kettle black ; eye mucus and nasal mucus, dried sardines and smelts, all of them laugh at.
On a holiday, saying to tire of or to lose interest in, petting your pussy in the morning.
Need not a sake cup, on your mouth and on your tongue, it smells perfume from it. Or, need not a sake cup, on your mouth and on the lower of you, it smells perfume from it.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 55th. week vol. 2

The swing gets wet, and the sky is red, on her thigh's end.
Of a masked man, his kneecap is a badly‐fitting, at the matinee in spring.
Drawn by Rieko Saibara, a nihilistic eye, falling here.
On gripping a wash‐line pole, I know you are here, at midnight. Or, on gripping a wash‐line pole, I'll be crazy with you, at midnight.
Biting softly, a drop on your navel, to be filled with my sweat.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 55th. week vol. 1

Falling forward in speaking, voiced consonants appears only, because of my sinusitis.
Going to Tohoku, ruling whta's right is right and what's wrong is wrong, by locomotive.
Of Hukushima, outspoken arguing what one believes in, at a railroad crossing.
Taking hold of her hand, to answer integrate questions, getting slight fever.
A diseased leaf spills, and spreads on her white coat.

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2013年05月01日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 54th. week vol. 2

By urinary catheterization, where it will go, on becoming erect.
To record : narrate, murder, correct, read and solve.
To lick her pussy , and sleep on her bellybutton as my pillow, of dahurian patrinia. Or, to lick her pussy , and sleep on her bellybutton as my pillow, of the bitch named Hana.
A wrinkled, appearing her face suddenly, defecation outside it must be.
It's just kissing deeply, two of us.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 54th. week vol. 1

So, binding up, pretending ignorance throughout, (putting on the tongue) under the arm does.
Not to prefer oden (, which is a Japanese winter dish consisting of several ingredients such as boiled eggs, daikon radish, konnyaku, and processed fish cakes stewed in a light, soy-flavoured dashi broth) bought at a convenience store to "a circle, a triangle and a square" (which was Japanese title given to "Ship Arriving Too Late To Save a Drowning Witch" by Frank Zappa).
To come out from the anesthetic, and peer my pubic hairs shaved.
By a kind of which kills the cat to make a living.
In an elevator, of "Allgemeine Relativitatstheorie", performed by Aerosmith.

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2013年04月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 53rd. week The Un-Dead

Echoing the sounds from his shin bone on the passageway made from linoleum.
Get no age you, and get no rot me, shooting together on the photo sticker machine.
Attending my deathbed, on my mother's knees, her knee-high socks putting on.
5,000,000,000 years later, the earth must burn out, to that time we will be bored not to have anything to do.
To be inclined to, knowing better than to eat dead bodies, no pretas at all.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 53rd. week

Named "Flowers" but we cannot see the flower - dandelion released in 1967.
Rising an emotion, at deep under tetrapod, a shellfish is there.
Up to the top on the slide, like "Helter Skelter", light a match and get be wrong.
Seven days later the death, at other side of a mosquito smudge, it crouches down.
The bounded hands and arms, touch a bank the palms of the hands had to, it smells. Or, the bounded hands and arms, touch the abdomen the palm of my hand, it smells.

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2013年04月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 52nd. week Femme Fatale

In a low voice Nico sings, her ordinary life of Thorn, here she comes.
The fan of her own let slip, like buruburu, the ghost tremble violently in scarlet, Alastair aka Hans Henning Baron Vogt drown by.
Come away home, Proserpina, the goddess everlasting spring, having bitten at a pomegranate, but.
Of her real own mother's a kept man, of her father‐in‐law's top, of his head her prize it will be.
An ape drops, falls an woman, from the skyscraper down.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 52nd. week

Methanol dripped on, and make him dancing, with tarantella.
How wonderful the bottom edge of her kimono moving, so my eyes follow its shape, the bottle has turned aside and spilled sake.
Emerged at the night, left empty pupa's body, smashed to pieces under the sun.
Eve if the king was, when a woman holds between her teeth, could not do anything.
To get on well each other, a blind worm does as his pleases.

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2013年04月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 51st. week Baphomet nor Leonard

O Baphomet, in the halfway for Sodomy, and in the halfway as a trainee monk.
Dear Leonard, from tomorrow, the writing for the posted each other, using parchment not paper.
Oh they are my favorite pupil, Sally, Meg, Lalabel and Minky Momo.
At Tama Hills, the Black Goat arrives, Sabbath will begin. Or, at Tama Hills, the Black Goat arrives, on Yaen Road goes.
The polluted for God, those who with hoofs, ill-bone.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 51st. week vol. 3

Being ambivalent, dangling by the air, on getting deflated, blood pressure meter.
Written in Hiragana, big and wide, with a flower made from tissue papers. Or, written in Hiragana, to sniff widely, and use a flower made from tissue papers.
A sakuramochi, what I dreamt in my dream, of my nanny between her legs.
Spring is dancing, a blossom in a small sake cup, it tastes of sand.
The sun goes down, by which silver carps jump, broken a brunch of white mulan magnolia is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 51st. week vol. 2

Out in, out in, breathe the breath, come in come out, go go and gone.
Trifles, coitus, congratulation, housekeeping, detective, current, personal, lovemake, conflagration and an infant.
Be exactly alike each other, the cause of each death of the three is different from the other two, at a locked room the four dead found.
Handed a candlestick, a little girl will guide for me, also everlasting on my dream.
Thunders lightning a far away, a fly is rubbing, a spider is creeping, in my cell, which is for confining an insane person.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 51st. week vol. 1

A bird, birds, a dream in, as if like, hunt and hunt, children to hunt, to whip the whips for them whipped the whip.
In "Seven Samurai", if "Sieben auf einen Streich" had been there, the bandits would have wished.
How arrogant it might be sounded, your song I'll sing, it's a little bit funny this.
Like to burst into bud, treated as a mascot character, no big deal for me.
A chozubachi (which is a vessel originally designed to keep water for rinsing one’s mouth and cleansing one’s body before entering the sacred precincts in Japan), Japanese giant salamander, thread-sail filefish and Amamehagi (the Japanese spirit, which picks up the lazies' callus made by fire), dipped in they are.

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2013年04月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 50th. week Angelus

At the sideshow, the heads with wings, in harmonious life.
Olive in my hand, after ten months and ten days, dancing samba as a midwife.
On my going, the towers made from the salt of the earth, at every door.
At a pub, drunken and put on the head, a fried calamari like a halo.
After a typhoon has passed, by jacob's ladders, get up and get down the angels do.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 50th. week vol. 3

With the elbow, an yellow fruit of Japanese hawthorn, cleaning my ears. Or, With the elbow, by your Japanese hawthorn, cleaning my ears.
In the middle of the day, a lotus eater, opium addiction suffers from.
On your knees, Chelsea the scotch candy will melt, a kiss firstly.
At deep in the mountains, "Don't talk rot, you bastard!" in vulgar language I hear, Nodeppou the Japanese spirit living in mountain area speaks.
The thrown up, Ozeki the one cup and craps by flies, the sky under the bench is blue.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 50th. week vol. 2

Be brought to light, at the trap cellar, a verbal promise they made. Or. be brought to light, at the abyss, a verbal promise they made.
On burning incense for the soul of the deceased, for the one of her clasp to come out, a lipstick mark is there I found.
On Sunday, a kotatsu have taken away, so make warm sake and drink. Or, On Sunday, damn it a kotatsu, so make warm sake and drink.
Using tissue papers, her navel dipped into wet, carelessness it's my.
On April Fool, my jackknife, to sharpen for.

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