Phosphor! What A Blazing Beauty! Skeletons Running Screaming, With Remains Of Skin And Limbs Illuminating

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/04/stonewalling/ #stonewalling #laurieandthestoryof #notcaring #wall #meandmystory #meandmybrain #isolation #inhuman #change #notgivingup #friendsandwalls #familymatters #misunderstood #idontcare #whatever #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/04/stonewalling/ #whatisimportant #thisismostlyrepeatingmyselfandramblingonaboutthesamebutitistooimportantnottokeeponrepeatingandramblingsothatswhy (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (But a bit treated...) #mantelmomento (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup Toveshøj)

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)

I don't want safety. I make the impossible!

“People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.”

— Neil Gaiman

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/scanneren-i-kaelderen-paa-auh/ (In danish, sorry...) #auh #scanner #mind #fiction #nonsense #shortstory #sanity #health #meandmystory #meandmybrain #skeleton #breaking #laurieandthestoryof (... Will some day emerge out of all this...) #treated (Very much...) #treatedmyself In the story... And? Or? #whatever #mantelmomento (THAT it is...!!!) #quitealongstoryforashortstoryandatthesametimeactuallyatopicopenfordiscussingwhatthelimitofpurenonsenseisinwritingsopleasecommentthankyou (Usual one-off hashtag... This time hopefully getting response!) (her: AUH)

What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)

Someone will challenge the dark in you, don’t run away when that happens.

Kriti.G (via purplebuddhaquotes)

Embrace it... Explore it... Untill you find the light that creates it.

Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)

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Writer’s Curse

Writer’s Curse

You start with a thought,      a word,           a sentence,                a verse.                     Then you curse.

You work on grammar,      syntax,           synonyms,                meter,                     then you have a rhyme.

You struggle with meaning,      homonyms,           depth,                time                     why not be retro.

You try to rhyme orange,      banal,           succor,                rose.                     Why rhyme rose? I think I’ll do prose.

You take the paper; cross out,      replace,           erase,                wad it up and throw it out.                     Then you shout it out.

You grab a new thought, piece of paper,      new words,           cup of coffee.                new verse,                     And that is the writer’s curse.

K. C. Barry

Uvist Fri

Uvist hvor. Uden for nogens viden. Uden præcise koordinater, næsten  væk. Måske bag en horisont. Eller  den næste.   Jeg er dog klassificeret som en vækst. Det berører ikke mig, og ingen rører mig, og så er jeg næsten ikke mig, heldigvis, blot en vækst.  Uvist hvor.    Min eneste tid, her hvor tid tøver, ophører, opløses. Min eneste  tid er vinter og sommer. Sommer og vinter,…

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The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)

...And the saddest is being the one watching that someone falling...