Fem kronor

Tjena.
Hejsan.
Har du fem kronor?
Nej, Karlskrona.
Oj! Ser jag.

Vill du ha ett kvitto?
Nej, vill jag fem kronor.
Ehm, vad?
Bara ge mig fem kronor.
Fem kronor?
Ja, precis.
Så, vårsagod.
Tack.

Fem kronor.
Okej … vad sa du?
Fem kronor.
Karls—
Nej. Fem kronor.
Ah, precis. Fem kronor.

Tio kronor?
Nej, fem kronor.
Varför?
Varför vad?
Fem kronor?
Ja, precis.
Nej, varför fem kronor?
Fem kronor, ja.
Vårsagod.
Tack.

Hej då.

That’s relaly shrewd!

Good point. I hadn’t thugoht about it quite that way. 🙂
I am for­ever indebted to you for this infomrtaoin.
I’m out of league here. Too much brain power on dipslay!
Clear, ifnor­ma­tive, sim­ple. Could I send you some e-hugs?
I’m scheokd that I found this info so easily.
Yeah, that’s the tikect, sir or ma’am
Heck­uva good job. I sure appreiacte it.
Great stuff, you hep­led me out so much!
Holy sihzint, this is so cool thank you.
You know what, I’m very much icnin­led to agree.
What I find so inter­est­ing is you could never find this anhwyere else.
No qusteion this is the place to get this info, thanks y’all.
Yup, that’ll do it. You have my apperciation.
That’s relaly shrewd! Good to see the logic set out so well.
Super infor­ma­tive wirintg; keep it up.
Not bad at all fleals and gal­las. Thanks.
Very clear good lcuk
I lit­er­ally jumped out of my chair and dncaed after read­ing this!
That’s way the btes­set answer so far!

Stars & Stripes

I have seen things you do not wish to see, 
in any theatre, not even in war. Together 
we have seen & done what few could ever 
imagine, even inside these dream machines. 
The men emerging from cubicles with their 
dicks hanging limp & out. Or the couples 
fracking with impunity by the dance floor. 
I knocked the glass of Nazi liqueur from 
your hand just for kicks, & then ordered 
another round. O it felt good to slosh my 
boots in the sticky stuff, to the tune of 
that song about Barbara Streisand. Truly, 
we're lucky to be alive (these eye-popping 
times, when men & women of all ages flock     
from the outlying villages towards naval 
bases at night. The beggar’s wooden hand, 
washed clean by rain & piss. A mini-golf 
course, winking at us all with its eighteen 
darkened eyes. I hit you, a drunken man 
admitted. I hate you, I replied, only half-
joking. We laughed but as he walked away 
he whispered bastard & I had to follow him 
to the cubicles - just to sit him down & 
finish him off. I have done things you 
would not wish to do, in any theatre, not 
even in war. And I have done them all in 
a Swedish sports bar to which you'll never 
be admitted, not even after we have gone. 
I have smashed myself upon the cool marble 
floor of Stars & Stripes but you'll never 
find a single shard of me there. Call me a 
foreigner, call me what you will - but touch 
me again 

                            & you fracking die. 

Djungel

This sound, that stinks of dirty sneakers 
     (never boots, they’re meant for da smeris 
speaks of djungel, uprooted flowerpots 
     (never flares, maybe strobelight analysis

strewn across the asfalt like the remains 
     (not the actual remains, mind, but echoes 
of tribal war, racial war – bloooood! Yeah,
     (not just like Junior Reid, more an actual 

song of the thrice-dispossessed, sampled 
     (never played, not spat by some kannibal 
to oblivion! AKA K-Town, Babylon. Chant
     (but do not actually sing, try screaming -- 
 
until I find myself somewhere in Somalia,
     buying Camels for the old man. Slutspurt.

Mentasm

if i may so bold as to ask what it is, oh professor ...
      indeed you may (listen and learn young padawan
here's a formula to make a mentasm from scratch
     1st, take a sawtooth, or even better: a lot of them
yes professor, any help is appreciated, continue pls.
     k. I suggest you take the superwave pulse machine
now head for the sawtooth & use a lot of detuning
     here? no, here: max, sub 1: 120, sub 2: max, etc. k.
what are you using when describing this technique?
     people have been trying to crack my sound for years
k. any examples knockin about to educate me with?
     well, we wouldn't be anywhere if it weren't for kevin
agreed (managed to catch a copy on discogs last yr.
     "what the?" was the preset. youtube here I come - 

                                      schooled!!