EMOA
WOLFPACK OF ONE SINGLES CLUB: SEVEN
Leaving Sweden is harder than you'd think. Cheers to Jimmer for this week's art.
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There's me with the world's oldest ski, and there's you as well. There's us getting Kung's for the bus outside the OK Hotell. With two 'L's and two angels. There's you falling off a skidoo on a river made of ice. There's us in a drunken fuss proving boy's do cry. The song was wrong, at the sing-along.
Wide open in Umea, bits of us will always be here. I used to be afraid of flying but now it's leaving and arriving, because nobody will believe some of the things we've seen in Emoa.
Wolfpack of One: tilbakka alioppa, I came to rock the party and I just won't stop until I'm in Umea airport with a group of friends, sharing one last drink before the holiday ends. Then we'll tear through the terminal trying to find the plane, feeling like our DNA's been irretrievably changed. An emotionally fragile super hero team. Four people thrown together by the things that they've seen. Now we're standing in Arrivals like crash surviviors, carrying our baggage on autopilot, trying to decipher what we're meant to do next: we'll call, we'll write, e-mail and text. And then we'll lecture everybody all about the trip, and they'll stare at us like we're evangelists. The dude outside the tube you try and ignore who can't quite escape all the things that he saw.
Because nobody will believe, some of the things we've seen in Emoa.
Big shout out to Scout Klas and the Prince of Sweden, DJ Klitoris and the Vegan Revolution. This is how we do it fourteen degrees below.
