just as he thinks / she has chosen not to write / she sends / a lovely poem / and surprises him again

this time of day / he starts to anticipate / sunrise in にはん / when the light reconnects the / thread of their conversation

9:20 am ごぜ [ん]くじにじゅぅじ。 ごぜん くじ にじゅっぷん。 夏の夜は まだ宵ながら明けぬるを 雲のいづこに月宿るらむ Tanka = 短歌 Tanka Game = 百人一首 Japanese Drumming = 和太鼓

わたし = I わたしの = My わたしに = To me/For me あなた = you あなたの = your あなたに = To you/For you [name]の = Name's [name]の本。= Name's book. [name]の本だ。= (This is) Name's book. [name]の本です。= (This is) Name's book. *formal こ…

You ever heard of [evening] [mouth]? I've heard of "morning mouth." I'm just trying to think of a name for what I'm smelling coming from your direction right now.

Good [evening]. That it may be, but we don't serve wizard-folk in here. Now you'd best take yourself and your [magic wand] outside.

If you don't leave town before nightfall, I'm going to drop some pistol rounds on your shoes, little elf.

Don't you think that the moon looks a bit like an elf's shoe this evening? It sure does.

So, what do you think of that extra [moon] that they put up there? Personally, I think it's one too many.

Our narrow fellow continues on across the cleavage of two large breasts, still searching.

So how many [drops] do you think we can get out of this [little] chicken foot here? he asked. Too few, I'm afraid. Far too few.

I see your little footprint, little dove. You can’t run from me forever, little dove.

His elder brother placed [ten] [spikes] all around the box. You're not going to get to look at my adult magazines until you learn to overcome your fear of needles, bro," he said. "That's all there is to it."

You know what it means to be under about the "[elder-brother-mouth]" curse? No. What's it mean? It means is that you must not have an elder brother. 'Cause anybody that's got one knows ALL about it.

Why's everybody call your elder brother "[mouthlegs]" anyway? Why? Shoot. I mean, just look at him.

Say, did I ever tell you 'bout the time [mama] tried to pierce my ear with a [shellfish] claw? So that's how that happened? I was wondering.

Call me "mama," she said, pulling him close and hoping that we wouldn't notice the unusual arrangement of her breasts.

He said that a bag of marbles makes a good substitute for a [woman]'s [mouth] in a pinch but, personally, I never could appreciate the likeness.

"And this," said the philosopher, "is the great and eternal conundrum of woman and child: that to be fond of the one is to risk the other."

Woman, get out of my chair!

The doctor noticed the problem right away. "Madam," he sighed, "I regret to inform you that your child is not complete."

"Doing these exercises regularly will minimize the chance that the doctor will need to use hooks to extrude the child from your cavity," said the midwife.

That night, she complained yet again that the head and foot boards were too long, and the mattress too narrow. "I warned you before you married me," he said, "that I am not skilled at craft."

If you [bound up] a number [ten] like a child, is it still a number ten, or does it become a child? We believe that it becomes a child at conception, regardless of the state of its binding.

Did you know that in some parts of the world they refer to a bundle of [pages] as a "[dagger] of pages"? That's why when you hand them a book they receive it with such humble acceptance. That's not true, is it? Nah. But it oughta be.

Do you think you [can put your [mouth] on the [street] and walk over yonder using nothing but your lips? No, I don't think that I can. Wuss.

As he got closer and noticed smashed [brains] all over the [street], he thought the better of stopping to ask for directions in this particular village.

Our narrow fellow crosses the street, still looking for that mate.

Well look, if I was having a problem waking with my [mouth] all [bound up],I wouldn't sleep with my sword in a separate room; that's all I'm saying.

My son, I offer you neither wealth nor sword, but rather a place at my right hand as my #vice-#god. Surely, that's worth suffering and dying for—don't you agree?