We Need New Wounds!

More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

William Styron (via kristensnotebook)

It sure will. That's a promise.

Actually / Originally:. https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/den-sidste-foer-den-foerste/ (In danish, sorry) ALTERNATIVE VERSION: "Rules of Engagement": In any sport, game, combat or war there's rules. Which, more or less, nobody cares about. More specific; as on this picture, the national favorite in many countries, and with big-time profit-making outsourced variants as reality-shows and e-sport. It's a combination of soccer without ball and Custer's Last man standing-VR-game, in this case between Team Partizan Fiction and Team Torpedo For Fucking Real Not Just A Name, with the following result: 758-2. Officially authorized by some whistleblower, then quickly removed to Guantanamo by a cartoon-platoon of US Navy chopper-born SEAL's. Exchanging some weapons and tons of drugs, why missing any opportunity? It's all part of the game. But Team Fiction, represented by me as their illusive captain, has given in a protest to the asian syndicate that runs these kinds of tournaments, and also feeds people and money into any conflict. With tweets from Trump as decisive, in case of democracy. That's always a good laugh. Comradely backslapping and -stabbing, arm-punching and -twisting, all in a jolly good aftermatch-mood, filling the locked changing cages with roaring like-laughter revenge-attacks and floating bodies under the showers, that just for fun are built as replicas of complete waterboarding-setups, even with the disguising hoods and groin-gnawing unleashed dogs. The protest, concerning a so-called goal among the genuine goals for Torpedo Reality; more exactly their number 357 and 359, was given to a random picked citizen in a random country in a random world: That shows the fairness of this sport. Suicide-bombers are welcomed players, as any mercenary or just killers for a cause. We, Team Fiction, are still waiting for the random outcome of our protest: There's a lot of honor in the difference between losing 758-2 or 757-2! Really! Oh my, I do say, old chap! THAT is sportsmanship! Honor for Fiction! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #primeiroproximopasso #laurieandthestoryof (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ (Danish prose, sorry... We're only bout 6 millions that can read that...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ #stupidity #chicken #beheaded #headoff #survival #braindead #cover #sanity #shitstorm #adultbabies #undercover #fiction #prose #headless #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #whenashitstormofstupidityforcesyoutoturnintoachickenandgetyourheadchoppedoffjusttohideitunderawingtoprotectyourfictionalworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Under Cover)

Skyernes Sidste Ord

  Det er vrøvl eller direkte løgn

Skyerne er tilfredse med at være

Tavst tumlende rundt på et trofast lærred

Næsten som var det en leg og ikke tankefuld alvor

  Og taler de til nogen er det

Ord de får lagt i munden

Af mennesker hvordan de så

Har fundet skyernes stemme

Hvor lyn, torden og skybrud så må være

Uformulerede udbrud der bryder rytmen

Så ordene må søge ly til der igen er plads

Til en…

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ET INDLÆG DER ER ET OPLÆG DER ER LAURIE LIGE NU (Jaja; genbrug af foto... Wtf! 'Laurie' ER bare en central figur...) BROK!: Nu står Laurie og drejer i mange farver, mest gyldent, på min skærm.

And tired of being tired...

.... (Some days...)

Suicide

Suicide

I sit here in the dark like a mawn      under the moon and stars           All alone                Watching for the break of dawn.

I sit here alone in my corner of the universe.      with clouds above.           blocking the moon, the stars.                No one to hear my verse.

I sit here in the dark, eyes unseeing, head down.      The rain pouring down.           Is there a dawn?                No one will see me drown.

I sit here feeling cold, numb, dead and bound.      Blade in hand.           Whittling away.                Till the blood flows down.

Dawn has broken.      The sun is rising           And there is no light.                Nothing left to be spoken.

K. C. Barry

SKYGGE & LYS

Fb-mm-farvel # 2. Ud af ?… (-Og andet på høje tid om ikke for sent…)

NB! LYRIK! Dvs IKKE [+X.XXX words]: BURDE være til at overkomme for selv den mest Fb-indoktrinerede “Alt over 10 ord er for tungt…” SKYGGE:

  Hvorfor!

Sidder jeg ikke i skyggen af et oliventræ

Langt ude bag horisonten med kun cikader

Og fjerne klokker fra enkelte får

Der har fundet et hul i de århundredegamle

Stengærder der er…

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Right and wrong seems to be a question of senses... 😉

Man vs Woman

Woman: ‘Men! Why can’t he see?                Why can’t he be more like me!?’

Man:’      Women! Why does she have to fight?                Can’t she see I’m right!?’

Woman: ‘How can he treat me that way!?                 What more can I say?’

Man:      ‘Why won’t she understand?                 I’m doing the best I can!’

Woman: ‘Why doesn’t he listen, understand!?                How can he be so obstinate? He’s a man!’

Man:      ‘Can’t she see my way makes sense?                Some times she’s dense!’

How can either be right When they are both wrong?

K. C. Barry