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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.

Maybe it was some kinda curse? Even when he went to the most wonderful place in the world, at least to him, those huge cranes kept following him... The good thing though, was that he knew that in this city they wouldn't build something completely out of sync with the surroundings. So he kept on writing this very new, very different story... Still, the world had to wait for a year or so. But then it would be surprised. REALLY surprised... #lisbon #lisboa #crane #clouds #thestory #meandmystory #prose #literature #laurieandthestoryof (Beginning to take shape... Already! But a long way to go...) #writing #inspiration #inthebeginning #gettingtoknowmystory #gettingtoknowmyself #mindscape #fiction #justonestepmore #beinghereforjusttwodaysandalreadythebigstoryinsideispressingontogetoutandeveninawaythatactuallymakesmethinkitwillhappen #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Lisbon, Portugal)

Actually, almost no difference... 🤡🤣😳😵

April Fool’s joke news is harder to spot because we live in times when ordinary news is ridiculous.

And again... And again... If necessary 😉

reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.

Asfalt/Græs. Hvordan en fiktiv figur fra en endnu ikke skrevet historie kan blive manden der redder dagen...

Now we come to the central organs. Ha-ha; still not used to it? But this IS how we look inside. Please pre-vomit before lesson, young man. Otherwise consider change to some other line of studying. Like literature, where you safely can read about this. Without getting your fingers in it… And replace reality with something like 'soul'. And more fictive rubbish. Finished cleaning up yourself? Then let's continue. We clearly see the almost black structure that is bones, then in grey and greyish, tendons, intestines and other gutt-stuff. Whatever… The heart is seen as very bright, and is, as known even in literature, the muscle that keeps us alive. Though some fiction will tell you nonsense about the heart not only being a muscle! Ridiculous… Try stop that light, and the room goes all blank. A few seconds trying to remember, then *pling!*. Around that ticking bomb, literally, we see the rest of the organs in the upper torso: Different shapes and colours of fluffy stuff: Cotton! And THAT is where expressions like "being soft around the heart" comes from. Feel free to take some samples. They can be quite useful in many ways. I myself never buy any kind of cotton wool! You, young man, you can use some to remove those smelly stains, just dig in! Yes, grab a handful. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Relaxing from...) #primeiroproximopasso (Just behind...) #anatomy #lecture #heart #fiction #real #cutup #justforonetimerelaxingandtakingadaywithouthttps://mantelsroman.wordpress.com (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Deep Inside)

Dengang engang. Skitse med fejl: Fremtid indsat.. Han havde absolut ingen idé om hvor de var. Jo, efter over et døgn uafbrudt raslende i et tog gennem Spanien, var de endt i Lissabon, Portugal.

It's actually not only time. It's the last chance...

Darling, It’s high time you stop holding onto people who aren’t putting any effort to stay. Maybe it’s time you start holding onto yourself, And keep yourself from falling apart.

—Mahin Ismail, (today’s mantra.)

Juleeventyr. Sådan ca., ok knap nok, men...

Gennem efterhånden mange år, har det enkelte år mindre og mindre at sige. Vi, nogle af os, klamrer os til hver eneste dag. Vi vil så gerne nå igennem til natten og nok en dag, det er i sig selv et mål. Engang måtte der også gerne være noget i de dage. Bare ét eller andet. Og en del længere tilbage var nætterne også med et indhold, udover søvn. Eller søvnløshed. Der er en slags søvn, en drøm, et…

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