QUIZ...

And tired of being tired...

Including me...

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

— William Shakespeare, The Tempest

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)

Age and experience Are savage beasts Devouring hope & innocence Through life’s bloodied feast

(via in-my-thinking)

My thoughts too...

There once was a middle-aged writer, that had a dream of writing the best book in the world. Then he, much to his surprise, discovered that such a book had been written. Even several of them, depending of who was asked. And, even more surprised, (he might have been a little stupid, just a little...), he remembered that he actually had read what he himself thought was the best book in the world. So what to do? He decided to go to the place where that certain book took place. And write what could be a continuing. Or something similar; just as long as it had something to do with that worlds best book... That couldn't go all wrong, now could it? He decided not. And began... Oh, and that the place, the country, was his personal paradise, was just a lucky coincidence. Right? Right... #foreignfriendguesthouse #lisbon #portugal #writingplace #prose #personalparadise #bestofportugal #beginning #lifevalues #alive #friendlypeople #aroomwithaview #azulejos #azulejoportugues #arrived #newnovel #newlife #amonthinparadiseandthenayearintheoppositeandthesecondbestbookintheworldshouldbewrittenorokthethirdbestillsettlefor (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (And the pic even isn't good, but here it begins... And many more to come!) (her: Foreign Friend - GuestHouse)

Funny thing is, that the 'cans' newer run empty.

And new 'flowers' breaks through anything. Anywhere, anytime...

Including myself...

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

—

Paulo Coelho

More true stuff...

Mortar

Words are easily traded and thrown like grenades, Footholds welled deep in trenches of juxtaposition. Our arguments resound like echoes in the hallway, Making any point confused beyond such cognition.

Everyone wants an explanation that makes sense, But it’s only a generalization to what they demand. Something designed to placate their feeble minds, While everything else is considered to be damned.

“Follow the herd,” they stammer twelve rows back, Because few need a leader to fall from their ledge. It’s not sad people would rather be lost than found, As foundations are built from this rot in the dredge.

And keep in your mind, all the way: YOU are the one that needs to be satisfied... Do NOT care what others might like or not: Their being pointless...

VÅGN OP!

Fb-mm-farvel og godnat nr 2A ud af 3…

03:27

Jeg giver op. Ingen søvn i nat. Og fuglene begynder at synge samme øjeblik. Ved ikke rigtig om jeg ønsker mig noget foder eller et haglgevær. Måske begge dele: Foder til at lokke til, og så begge løb brændt af. Hedder det også genocide når det gælder dyr? Massemord eller regulering af bestand? Jaja, et oplagt ord rimer på, men det er for tidligt eller…

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