Har du fem kronor?
Oj! Ser jag.
Vill du ha ett kvitto?
Nej, vill jag fem kronor.
Bara ge mig fem kronor.
Okej … vad sa du?
Nej. Fem kronor.
Ah, precis. Fem kronor.
Nej, fem kronor.
Nej, varför fem kronor?
Fem kronor, ja.
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!
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
& you fracking die.
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.
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 -