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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 over, at dets erindringer skal gå op i flammer. Godtnok kun de seneste år, men alligevel. Det er dog en hel del år der sådan er skåret væk. Men motorsave véd hvad de gør, træet kan være ganske rolig. Små nye stiklinger vil komme, og nyde godt af den rensede fortid. En frisk begyndelse kræver en beskæring, væk med det gamle. Det véd mennesker også. Det er slet ikke trist. De døde år er fjernet imorgen. Så er der er ikke flere problemer med at huske. Træet burde strengt taget udvise lidt taknemmelighed. Men sådan er det med den slags der påstår at være levende. Minder og erindringer dukker op igen og igen, som ukrudt eller vrangvoksende vildskud. Det er altid noget kludder, når tiden blandes med følelser og tanker fra før. Se bare hvor effektivt motorsave klarer sig uden. Træet fatter det ikke, men savenes fræsen og hurtige hakken gennem ringe af år, er faktisk en stor gave. Også til træet. Men det står bare der, kan ikke engang pille sig i barken. Det prøver at huske sig selv med hovede og arme. Og hvordan dét var. Det sukker lidt i den top der ikke er der, og knager med de manglende grene. Altså! Sådan et træ er egentlig ret egoistisk. Motorsave har også været små og kan da gå i stykker. Det er overhovedet ikke noget de tænker over. Hvem har set en trist motorsav? De har ikke brug for minder og erindringer. Den slags gør ingen nytte, det er kun savsmuld. Træet burde være glad for miste hovedet! At være trist er misbrug af tid. Det er jo kun gammelt brugt ragelse, ligegyldige år der bare skal skæres væk. Det er de så heldigvis blevet. Træet kan knap huske hvorfor det måske var trist. Godt! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #tree #memories #lifeanddeath #remember #rip #fiktion #prosa #endings #gellerup #treesarepeopletoo #symbolic #sh*t! (Usual one-off...) (her: Now Here Nowhere) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLgalOGhOHl/?igshid=1uyvl6g7jwkek

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)

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

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Phosphor! What a blazing beauty! Skeletons running screaming, with remains of skin and limbs illuminating the darkest shadows of our minds. Where we find our deepest dreams and desires. Wonderful phosphor! Bonemarrow, fried in 1000 degrees, are simple calculation: Just like Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Which lives are most valuable? When will it never be ours? Phosphor, enlighting death to a real bye-bye party. Let the skeletons rattle in joy! Let them! #phosphor #lifevalues #whateverittakes #war #priceoflife #decision #logic #party #math #casualties #survival #dance #skeletons #thisisjustapicturenotevenfromarealphosphorbombbuttrytoimaginetakingthedecisiontouseit (...Usual one-off hashtag) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #laurieandthestoryof (-will get to that, and the world will be self-ignited phosphor...) (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

A very small tiny cloud was badly blinded: It thought that it could sneak across the valley without being noticed. Normally it would wait untill darkness, but it wanted so much to go to town, that it simply couldn't wait. It had been some time, and the tiny cloud loved that particular village more than anything else. So it dared, impatiently, to start its returning just about a half hour too soon... And the settling sun, otherwise ready to a peaceful nights rest, saw the little sneaking cloud; caught it in the act. And then turned on the headlight. With a horrible result for the cloud: Totally blind and somewhat burned it tumbled across the sky, just trying to stay above the horizon. The suns exploding outburst was just an instant reaction, and not because the sun really wanted to hurt any cloud. Especially not such a tiny one. That only wanted to return to its beloved village. So, all in all, it was an unhappy accident, more than anything else. Things like that happens. Sadly. And not only for clouds and the sun. It's a risky life! #castelodevide #sunset #justanothersunset #cloud #oneofthosedays #lifehappens #goingtotown #onecloud #blinded #settlingsun #accident #shithappens #beautifulcollisionisthewayiwoulddescribethislittlepieceofdramafromnatureseverydaylife (Usual one-off hashtag...) #laurieandthestoryof (As always: Is somehow connected) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Yes; he's in this too...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

Grundlovssikret Tag-Selv-Bord.

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

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dissociation sucks

I sure hope so... 😊

It took Michaelangelo four years to paint the Sistine Chapel. It took Da Vinci four years to paint the Mona Lisa. Van Gogh created Starry Night only a year before he died. So be patient with your progress and take all the time you need, for you too are creating a masterpiece.

Nikita Gill

NO! No-no-no! That is NOT right! It's the other way around: Tarmac does not burst up in grass! It is grass that slowly but forceful cracks up through tarmac. This… Thing, is against the natural order of…  Things. It's not normal! And disturbs not only the eyes, but the perception of reality. Tarmac breaking up grass; it must be nothing but an illusion! And certainly not a nice sight or thought. Do something! NOW! My brain got kickstarted, literally, bounced around my skull, tried to come up with a solution. Somehow I was responsible, though I didn't quite know why. Or how. And what to do… It didn't take long, though. To find a possible way through this mess. Quite simple, actually. If it wasn't 'natural', well, then I just had to change what's natural and not. A question of perception. A slight discrete change of reality, or view of. Putting minds at ease by introducing a grain of fiction. Only small alterations; keeping reality real… In their minds. Not making people feel as part of an imagination. My imagination. Inserting a few tiny changes without being invasive. They wouldn't feel a thing… And last of all being manipulated. No; when messing around with reality, and especially others, you have to be careful not being caught in the act. It was almost too easy. A few thoughts or rather ways of thinking, smoothly laid out as a filter on that tarmac/grass-incident. The relief in their eyes! The many faces changing from deep concern and disbelief to "ahh! -just that", and small recognizing smiles. Yes of course, the usual thing. When tarmac grows up through grass. It happens. It's the way of a natural world. Some slight nodding, and the high-pitched worried voices moved on. It's almost too easy… With just a little bit of fiction. I wondered if I should follow their new reality. Sooner or later they would see grass breaking through tarmac. Then what? And would it be my problem again? Guess so. When reality can't cope… #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/asfaltgraes/ (Long version in danish…) #tarmac #grass #reality #fiction #whatever #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso

Hvis Himlen...

Hvis himlen var et bygningsværk, ville det sandsynligvis brase sammen. Så ville vi vade rundt i et tyk lag af blå splinter og trevler fra noget vat. Og der ville blive indledt undersøgelser: Hvem kan drages til ansvar? Hvem beordrede den himmel bygget? Fulgte arkitekter og bygherrer de almindeligt kendte beregninger for en hvælvet struktur? Og budgettet bør nok også granskes, der nedsættes udvalg…

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