2014年06月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 112th. week vol. 1

To be knocked out, as a bug creeping on earth, a sight I get to see.
Through downpipes on my house, feeling kind of faint, by low-pressure. Or, at a part of downpipes, feeling kind of faint, a low-pressure is cast ashore.
By unanimously, on right arms held up, the tops of their fingers.
To be exposed to the rain, and undergo necrosis, the doomsday comes.
To get back their younger days, two old men into the orgone box. Or, to hire bitches, , two old men into the orgone box.

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