dadauksen lomassa runoiltiin yhteistyöllä:
"Hell-ish"
Hellis is hell/
that I can tell/
where is William Tell?/
Can I buy, can I sell?/
What is this smell?
And play this ssbaas like a bell !
I have to yell
'cause my "things" start to swell
I'm under a spell
I just have to dwell in my shell
I fell
into prison cell
and now I say, farewell
With my feet in the wishing well.
Where the fishing is not quite so well.
(lyrics by. Sam Other, R R for E, arva, leka, Kooaa) I want to be your sledgehammer,
why don't you call my name |
Eh? Hell? Then, we bless thee! The percept (the text, see) speeds where newer ethers never fell. We feel the endless, vehement spell. The text threw me... where? - where we feel blessed, whenever we the wretched get rest. Hellbent ere the mend, we never pretend. We see the end, the ever-bereft embezzler precept: seeth, teeth, strew severe spells where men bleed. Hell, Hell! The verger's bell knells: step there, never to enter the venter serene. End here, feeble, the trees tremble. Then the credence: Hell, Hell. Come forth Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. - JJ sez in his Ully |
leka
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