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Entangled Imaginings: februari 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Onsdag 1 februari 2012. The Long White Trailer. A purple-grey light pervades the city as the blush of the morning meets a soft layer of clouds. The usual view from my window is blocked by long white trailer that is parked in the street outside. What is in it? Slaves from the Baltic states? A mechanical circus, primed for performance, ready to burst from the bowels of the trailer as soon as someone touches the door? Who did he kill? I can of course ...
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Entangled Imaginings: juli 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Måndag 2 juli 2012. Prenumerera på: Inlägg (Atom). Entering a phase of life where order and predictability feels repulsive, I am going on the road, on a pilgrimage to the edge of the world, searching for the abyss, and along the way, criss-crossing the world, I sit by the side of the road, taking notes, perhaps, every now and then, finding an image that will lead to a short story or two. Visa hela min profil. Mallen Häftigt Ab. Använder Blogger.
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Entangled Imaginings: The Rock Cutter's Love
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Måndag 10 december 2012. The Rock Cutter's Love. Once upon a time, in a distant land. Man built a city, rising proudly from the sand. Made out of stone to defeat nature's decay. A fortress against time, the soul's eternal stay. Twas a whisper, they say, from gods up above. That first set on fire this rock cutter's love. The voices would say, you built this for me. Don't wallow in the mud, come up, be free. Visa hela min profil. The Rock Cutters Love.
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Entangled Imaginings: To Write a Knight
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Tisdag 4 december 2012. To Write a Knight. Does he die know? Was the assistant's pride to great? Had he imagined jousting easier than it actually was and, since the black knight had the mission of murder, his lance would be of solid steel and aimed to kill, piercing the gap in the assistants armor and striking him a lethal blow? Is it my choice now what will happen or can the story tell itself? Prenumerera på: Kommentarer till inlägget (Atom).
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Entangled Imaginings: The Soulful Trio
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Onsdag 21 november 2012. A sacred rain in blue and black,. Took the soulful trio back,. And drew them into spacious thoughts,. Floating away on ancient boats,. A journey through the willow's veins,. Seeking the power of the one who abstains,. Standing taller, their visages afire,. Waiting for the caller, of a message dire,. Sent by a king on the funeral pyre,. Languishing in the acid of the people's ire,. Asking for help from the trio now famed,.
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Entangled Imaginings: november 2013
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Torsdag 7 november 2013. En paus i gläntan vid ån. Vattnet är varmt. Det forsar sakta över mina tår och vidare iväg i fjärran. Ån är svart, mörk, och ser kall ut. Men över mina fötter flödar vattnet kristallklart och sommarvarmt. Pulsen sjunker till samma hastighet som sekundvisaren på en klocka. Tick-tack-tick-tack; da-dunk-da-dunk-da-dunk. Svetten har redan torkat in och bildat ett tunt saltlager på huden. Det känns som en mask, ett s...Andra min...
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Entangled Imaginings: december 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Måndag 10 december 2012. The Rock Cutter's Love. Once upon a time, in a distant land. Man built a city, rising proudly from the sand. Made out of stone to defeat nature's decay. A fortress against time, the soul's eternal stay. Twas a whisper, they say, from gods up above. That first set on fire this rock cutter's love. The voices would say, you built this for me. Don't wallow in the mud, come up, be free. Söndag 9 december 2012. The people I meet.
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Entangled Imaginings: maj 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Onsdag 2 maj 2012. I don't want to speak to you.". Nor do I want to speak to you.". But here we are.". Here we are.". And there's nothing we can do about it.". True We might be stuck here for a very long time.". No need to waste that time hating each other.". That would be very stupid.". So we must forget the past, then? It would be for the best, I think.". Then we are on the same page.". Yes I just hope we are reading the same book.". Then we are ...
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Entangled Imaginings: november 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Onsdag 21 november 2012. A sacred rain in blue and black,. Took the soulful trio back,. And drew them into spacious thoughts,. Floating away on ancient boats,. A journey through the willow's veins,. Seeking the power of the one who abstains,. Standing taller, their visages afire,. Waiting for the caller, of a message dire,. Sent by a king on the funeral pyre,. Languishing in the acid of the people's ire,. Asking for help from the trio now famed,.
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Entangled Imaginings: januari 2012
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Attempts at Releasing Emotions and Unshackling Thoughts. Söndag 29 januari 2012. The Prayers of Strangers. Stuck in three dimensions, space. Says the lover as she prays. Sailing on the winds divine. A serpent tingles in her spine. Rapturous as it melts her core. She falls down crying on the floor. A winged desire leaves her chest. Then she enters dreamless rest. Beyond a mountain and a sea. A drunk lies dying on a street. When the wind rustles in a tree. And gets him back up on his feet. When he got ther...
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