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100% JULEVRØVL & ÆVL & EVENTYRLØST! Men fuldt digitaliseret… Der var engang… Og denne gang er det lige ved at være for sent! Vi skynder os, til bjældeklang og salmesang, fra var til nu og frem.

Here’s a question for your soul; How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispered: Let’s see, shall we?

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

Spot on...

Flawed picturesque. Picturesque, but partly. Or, just a thought, it could be 'still life', 'stilleben', out of order. Literally, not keeping still but moving. Not much, only causing some unwanted reflection. A tiny streak in a corner. If it wasn't too obvious, too easy, it would be a symbol. A picture of the never quite perfect life. But that is way too simple. We believe in picturesque moments. Life rolling over, playing dead. Holding its breath. Yes! That posture. Don't move! Don't blink! Don't twitch! Don't flinch! Look alive! Come on, make at least an effort… No! Catch that life before it moves. Kill if you have to. And get the picturesque before it goes into decay. Being rotten might be living. But the flaws could smell rather bad. In time, it'll all dissolve. Maybe picturesque? #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #picturesque #flawed #tooeasy #playingdead #stilllife #symbolic #decaying #being #aliveorjustbreathing #circleoflife #thisisjuststupidnonsensecausedbylackofpropermobilecamandtheresultofthat (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Picturesque)

Start/Slut no 3 / Anakron Fejl. Fra klippeafsatsen kan jeg se ned gennem hele dalen. Længere end egentlig muligt, da der ikke er nogen horisont. Det er ikke underligt. Selv det fjerneste, og det er virkelig fjernt, som til månen og retur-langt væk, står krystalskarpt. Jeg plejer vist ikke at være særlig skarpsynet, tværtimod. Udenfor dalen her, er jeg nok nærmere sådan en der nusser rundt uden…

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The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

Barbara Taylor Bradford (via purplebuddhaquotes)

But it's a close contender... The past CAN be used as a positive way to the future. Or MIGHT be... Otherwise true; often a roadblock.

Et utaknemmeligt træ.

Det er ikke det mindste trist. Det amputerede træ har det fint. Det garanterer motorsavene, og de kan ikke tage fejl. Træet selv er måske lidt i tvivl. Men det husker ikke så godt, lidt pludseligt, det er kun de inderste og ældste år der er tilbage. Den nyere hukommelse, den med grene og blade, ligger i en filtret bunke. Og det er ikke spild. Det kan bruges som brænde. Træet er lidt forvirret…

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Grundlovssikret Tag-Selv-Bord.

OPLÆST / HALVIMPRO, “SAMMEN OM BRABRAND”, GRUNDLOVSDAG ’17; REDIGERET INKL TILFØJELSE.

  RETTEN TIL at skrive dette vrøvl…

Går nogenlunde lige op med retten til

At synes det ER noget ligegyldigt vrøvl

Nok et læs til lossepladsens vokseværk

  RETTEN TIL at have uretten ved sin side

Og på aldeles uretfærdig vis skubbe den foran sig

Krybe sammen i rystende rædsel

Når retfærden bliver truende

De…

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BLINDFOOLED. He's totally baffled. Once again. So confused, that he's glued to the ground. It happens so often, too often, he's beginning to suspect something obstructing his moving around in this world. The failure might be a wrong wiring in his brain. But it's hard to tell: Like thoughts thinking thoughts about themselves. Like a mind being scrutinized by itself: Like… Now this tree. Is the slight quivering at the top for real? Are the tiny twigs above actually trembling? He can't move past that puzzle. Could it be a reflection? If so, reflected in him or by something outside his hyperventilating mind? Or, just to make things more complicated, a combination? Whatever possible, he makes into a metaphysical question. And, as we know, anything is possible. The tree begins to feel uncomfortable. Being observed so close, it shifts and moves, uneasy, just to avoid that stare. Checkmate! Or maybe he just need new glasses… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #meltdown #wiring #baffling #foolingmyself #mindless #thinkingtoomuch #unreal #stupidtreeinmywaystopsmeinmyexploringrealityasifanythingisrealforreal (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: The Middle of No-where)

And not even close...

“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.”

— Leila Sales

MY GREY FOLLOWER. Senhor Passo, Laurie, the "me" and everybody in my head agree: I really, REALLY, oughta check out. Leave it all. Just get away. From every- and anything. Whatever person, even the ones I like. Also myself. Not that I care much for me these days.  They all advise me the same thing. In 3 or 4 languages, but what the… I decide we understand each other. No; deciding not needed. We're in it together, common understanding. Whatever origin. And they, we all SHOUT the same: GET OUT FROM THE GREY! Leave. However. To where? To what? It doesn't matter. The grey drags me down. So: Anywhere, anything. Just away! From myself. Too. I'm turning grey… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #grey #getaway #clouds #intothedark #leaving #breakdown #ontheedge #boring #nogood #winter #depression #toomuch #overload #goingdown #changeneeded #whatever #whocares #emptiness #enoughhashtags #selfloathing #deadfeelings #iamfilledwaytoomuchwithstuffofallkindsexceptthefewthingsthatreallymatterssoihavetocutawayalotincludingthegrowinggreyinside (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Everywhere on Earth)