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In your face enkun essee 8D Kirjotin intron ja siit tuli aika hyvä. En kyl tiie mitä muuta kirjotan. Mut murehdin siitä kohta.

Ps. Ei enää kauaa Maideniiiiiin

AAAAAAHAHIEKJSSSS ALLU ON HOMO, HOMO I TELLS YARRRRRR. NYT SE KIRJOTTAA MUSTA TOS VIERES SEN PÄVÄKIRJAAN JOTEN MÄKI 8D(D(D88(D PS. Sori Allu

SE ITKEE MULLE KOSKA MUL OLI ENEMMÄN KOMMENTTEI KU SIL KU OTETTIIN KISAA 8DDD AAAAA VOITIIIIIIIN

Ps #2 Lemmy on GOD

"If you don't understand this song next song, you might as well just fuck off and die, all right"

Käsi pystyyn joka tietää biisin :D

AAAAAAAAA. Aivan uskomaton fiilis

ps. Dickinson on God

Uus Motörheadki pistää seinät matalaks. \m/ "Good evening, we are Motörhead and we play Rock 'n Roll!"

np. Be My Baby

Ps. Lemmy on God

np. Killed By Death

Ai saatana tää potkii perseelle \m/ Vähinkään yhtä kovaa ku Kaapelitehtaalla 05

Kesällä livenä Fields Of Rockissa jos sinne asti matka etenee. Muullon pakko hiihtää johonki kohti Seinäjokee. SAAAAACRIIIIIIIIFIICCEEEEE, SAAAAACRIIIIFICE! *Saanatansti perseelle potkiva maatajärisyttävä ja tajunnanräjäyttävä rumpusoolo by Mickey Dee*

Kans MAIDEN.

Ps. Lemmy on god

Ranskan tuntien säätöä :D Sabotoin Ionan Ranskan projektin esitystä ilmottamalla: IONA SUCKS!! ja WIKIPEDIA??? Joten tää on virallinen apology.

The stuff that I did
While you presented your work
was cruel and unjust
I'm sure it hurt

You covered it with laughter
Me, by calming I was tired
But i know that you knew
The feelings that were fired

I just had to do it
This need to take the piss
And you with your bad French
was my opportunity to dis

It was nothing personal
I just thought it would be fun
With the computer up next to me
And my Iona jokes on the run

You took it from wikipedia
You know it, Johanna too
But me making it a point
May of been the wrong thing to do

Your project just was boring
A good, but boring job
I guess that was the thing that inspired me
To open up my gob

SRY :D

A Tribute To The Grand Tribute To Rubbel

Tässä se nyt on, koska ranskan kirjottaminen ei oikeen innostanu :D Meni puoltuntii, ja tuli täst ihan hyvä. Ei yhtä hyvä ku eka, mut ihan OK. behold. PS. Sori Iona jos loukkasin jotenki

As I sit down here
With my French books and all
I cant help but think
what reading Rubble can cause

It's obviously fatal
As we see in Iona's case
Her reputation is gone
And she shames to show her face

But whats all behind this
Is it the meaning of the text
Is it the weird little pictures
Knock Knock! Brain trauma comes next

She claims that she is bullied
She says she doesn't know
What in the world she'd do
With her self esteem so low

They all go and form a circle
In the peaceful recess yard
And when Iona screws up the game
They scream at her pretty hard

She'll take it all to her self
And leaves out in a huff
She advises us to piss off
And leave her with her stuff

Were all out there to help her
A thing, which she doesn't know
She fells left out and lonely
And imagines the hint to go

Shes emotionally unstable
The estrogen dominates her life
She especially bad in French lessons
And Johanna screams "For God sake grab a knife!"

"Me,I was just kidding,
just sit down in your seat
Open up your French books
And take those damn shoes off your feet"

She listens to Dj. Alliator
Which is the reason she is mocked
She should learn stand up for herself
instead of sitting there all socked

And no another thing that Iona
Finds so very hard
Is shutting her mouth in Maths
"Shut up you ***ing tard!"

Then you all know what Sara
Our noble math teacher did
She gave Iona detention
For a word she so long hid

The word started with an "H"
It ended with an "I"
You all know what I'm talking about
The bad place you go when you die

It gave her endless trauma
This horrific, mad thing
Maybe this is the reason
Why Iona's brain said "TING!"

This is an endless mystery
One which we'll never know
And sorry Iona if you don't like this
If you want, ill take this poem off show

I've tried to do my best
In exploring Iona's mind
It is not an easy job
Knowing what one might find

I'm just kidding, she is a nice person
with perfectly normal mind
Hang on, why the hell did I write this crap
And waist 20mins of my time?

Kohta tulee uus runo nimeltä The tribute to the grand tribute to Rubble (Eli suomeks tribuuti tribuutille), joka on obviousley jatko-osa rubble tributille. Se kans käsittelee Ionan tuskia (Älkää kysykö mikä Ionassa on niin inspiroivaa), mutta tällä kertaa sen tämän hetkisistä tuskista. Se ilmestyy sillon kun mul on vapaa puoltuntii :D

Iz vil acivate ze Pussimagnet withz uzing my zupersupowöörs. Behold! Ah iz working! But we muzt hide it! Ze Presious! Zo zath no one can uze ze pussymagnet!

Tietämättömille, kyseinen runo on tribuutti Ionan runolle RUBBLE, jolle kaikki nauro joskus (läpällä kuiteski :D). Iona kerto et siin runossa oli syvempi tarkotus, ja mä päätin tehä siitä sille uuden:


A GRAND TRIBUTE TO RUBBLE

Rubble?
Rubble what
Rubble as in rubble
Or rubble as in not?

You say to us it trickles
Aimlessly through the rocks
Or might this be just a metaphor
For something IonaÂ’s not

It drops and trickle
She told us: When it moves
But does this mean anything
Or does Iona just lack the groove

She says it keeps moving
Through the deep, sandy shores
Is this random
Or might this be the inner core

As she read it out loud
The class just laughed
She could not say a word
And her soul obviously halved

They said the title was mad
They said it should be changed
But then the meaning would differ
And nothing would be gained

The third line of rubble
Is a fairly clear sign
Of IonaÂ’s self-confidence
Making its decline

Her childhood traumas
Clearly affected her thoughts
And as rubble clearly states
Her mind's still occupied by dwarfs

The boys of her youth
Who kept throwing her with balls
They had no idea
What all this mockery could cause

And the kid with the rug sack
Whom with IonaÂ’s one got mixed
What was he thinking?
Doing something so not fixed?

As we now have learned
About Iona and her life
She might become special
Or just a weird, depressed housewife

All these traumatic deeds
That have affected her and her time
And the writing of rubble
Which even lacked rhyme

Have shone upon her creativity
Her need to express herself
And the outburst of rubble
Is just one feeling off a shelf

No one knows what it means
Just Iona and no one more
If she doesnÂ’t tell us
My mind for ever remains sore

And true meaning for rubble
May never be known
Maybe IonaÂ’s actually deep
Or as plain as a pile of loam

OLE HYVÄ IONA