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Den Definitive Lykke. LYKKE # 1.  Øjeblikke der var, ikke er, selvfølgelig, med kirurgisk præcision skåret fra, den skarpeste skalpel ført med uendelig ømhed, glædestårer gennem blotlagte blodårer.

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Det er umuligt at skrive en status. Her er et billede af en sol. Resten er tomhed. En venten uden håb. Der er andre billeder. Og der er det store perspektiv. Liv og død, naturens gang, den evige cyklus. Den er ligegyldig, det er teori, der er ikke plads til den slags. Det kommer, måske, engang. Det burde være muligt at skrive en status. Den kan bare aldrig dække denne virkelighed. Det er januar,…

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Kattetur-retur.

Yup...

dissociation sucks

A "funny" thing... That goes for the danish as well. I don't think it has anything with language to do. Maybe not even words...

“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

AND you probably write a lot better too...

I know I do. Free thoughts, free words, free mind... 😁

The best thing to happen to my writing was the realization that I could write whatever the fuck I wanted and no one could stop me and honestly when you stop caring what other people think you will be set free.

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)