There Once Was A Somewhat Confused Animal. It Couldn't Quite Figure Out Where It Belonged And, More Important,
There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0
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I sit here in the dark like a mawn under the moon and stars All alone Watching for the break of dawn.
I sit here alone in my corner of the universe. with clouds above. blocking the moon, the stars. No one to hear my verse.
I sit here in the dark, eyes unseeing, head down. The rain pouring down. Is there a dawn? No one will see me drown.
I sit here feeling cold, numb, dead and bound. Blade in hand. Whittling away. Till the blood flows down.
Dawn has broken. The sun is rising And there is no light. Nothing left to be spoken.
K. C. Barry
To reflect oneself out of all illusion is not as difficult as to reflect oneself into an illusion.
Søren Kierkegaard, Stages on Life’s Way (via philosophybits)
One more making sense out of the nonsense...
Silence says it all... Most times 😉
“What do you say when the feelings don’t fit into words?”
— Tammara Webber, Between the Lines
Indeed!!!
unexpected texts are needed
Good art doing good...
Just another sunset... Nothing special. Just another day ending. Nothing special. But hey, this day WAS special! Maybe not for the world. I really don't care anyway. Not today, at least, if at all. Because I found out, that I don't give a damn. Too many stupid people, too many disappointments through the years, too many still unsolved or unspoken of problems after SO many years, too many people that pretends and nothing else, too much WASTE of my time. SO: I cut the crap. Being it humans and socalled "friends" (not!), or "things to do" just because it is what I use to do... GO AWAY! Let me be... Me and my Laurie. A less fictive character than most of my (socalled) "colleagues". SO: Just another day... #laurieandthestoryof #lifechanging #socalledfriends #colleagues #aarhus2017 #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #eyeopener #friendship #wasteoftime #anotherlife #pretending #egoism #notcaring #false #change #whenyourealizethatmostofthepeoplearoundyouarefakingbeinghumanandreallydontcareaboutyouanditactuallysurprisesyouwellthenitsyourturntosaygofuckyourself (Usual one-off hashtag... A bit long?) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)
SOLHUL.
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Jeg havde overnattet i Carreiras, det der i Danmark ville være en lille flække længere ude end nogen krage ville forvilde sig i mareridt. Her var det en lille idyl mellem de højeste bjerge i Serra de São Mamede. Når man er vokset op med bavnehøje som imponerende, er det Alper og Himalayaer ser ned på med foragt, 1000 meter med nøgne takkede klippetoppe, ret så vildt.…
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And that now is now! As it is every time...
Lænestolen.
Gud har brug for sin sky. Der er en Algade i hver en by. Selv regn søger ly. Vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med… fortsæt selv, helt tilbage til lænestolen på skyen. Min lænestol!!! (Nuppede den mens Gud og Algade gik en tur på stranden. Ha!) Hver en tråd i denne kender mig; giver mig tanker til tale. Hvis det ikke var for stolens vævede mønster, ville…
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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #lotsoffilters #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #prose #fiction #reality #unreal #words #shutup #voicesinmyhead #characters #meandmystory #meandmybrain #mouth #lipssealed #thruth #lies SORRY, PROSE IN DANISH... #whatifallmyfiguresfrommyneverwrittennovelbeganinterferingwithotherstories (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside My Head)
