"Przewalkki's Horses. one week in a former farmhouse, disfigured walls, dead rat in the corner, the great and green valley up front in the morning. a damaged distorsion. maybe the bloody pictures of the hunters on the wall bewildered us? where to go... back to back, on the floor, near the fireplace. one hour in a giant skull on the ground. a nut cracked open. all cardboard walls covered with beautiful tapestries from the past, newspaper from your birthday, and beaches of dream places. the neighbours all destroyed. it rains. slow wind in the wild grass, folk on my lips, weird on the microphone." ikuisuus
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