"See, a thing about Finland be;
One wanna flee, just to be in glee.
And in the end most definetly
you’ll be at ease like the cold northern breeze.
Citydwellwers hear the storytellers.
Praise the eruptionpoints you stand on,
praise the joints you land on.
The shit is on!
Maybe you don’t care.
In cities you blead not quilty to your reality.
It is and is to be unto concrete misery.
Pray little bird again
for you know the ridges are yours.
There you can see the bigbirds
that disperse in the whispers
of chastity for the love of immorality."
Sources : Tiphaine Vasse http://tiphaine-vasse.com - Ilkka's interview (poem)
