Follow me

Play this

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...123 here we go
chasing rainbows
Or anything
Just you and me
And you lead the way.
Take me across the boundarious of imagination.
-Dream of 'far away' - and bring me there
a trip of unworriedness
- 'cuz we know what matters.

i am magnus.
n' on this trip i wanna taste EVERYTHING, feel ANYTHING
be swathed in coloured lights of wonderous places
i wanna be teared in pieces, assembled
powerfully knocked out
killed and resurrected
Rusk i mig for helvede.


COME ON, RUN, JUMP, NOW - OFF THE EDGE
LIKE IT WAS ALL SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

Dear.
Remember
everything'll be all right, while we float around here
life is silly
Existence is easy!
& Everything's transparent
 in this soothing multiverse

Now, be quiet!
n' take a look at the stary sky for a sec.
the only thing i currently wish for
is that you'd  feel just the same powerful stream of.. love, that i feel right now, flowing right through me

Christ, every little part of you fucking beams of wonderfulness
And I.. am just a sack of meat, with a head full of electric connections.
how can a petty being like me, even feel emotions this strong?
n' what the fuck are Emotions anyway?
wait, Of course. I know it! you know it.
It's Magic.

Perspektiv

 Conscientious people
Dream on
Dreamin's all it's about



Mågen højt i luften, over byen, i nattens buldrende mørke.
Kulde omkring den. Mørke omkring den. Ensomhed. Stilhed
Kun vinden høres som den med enorm kraft preller af mod mågens vinger, og tvinger hele legemet imod tyngdekræften; til at holdes svævende. Der er fart på.
Venstre vinge svigter pludselig, og mågens hovede drejes i samme sekund lynhurtigt og forfærdet. Kursen går nu mod jorden. I lyset fra gadens lamper langt under den, glinser mågens venstre øje svagt, og udstråler dyb frygt.
Angst og adrenalin vælter som en naturlig reaktion ind over mågens hjerne, som et andet kemikalie eller virus.
Nervesignaler sendes ned gennem mågens krop, og alle muskler i kroppen anstrenges for at rette op.

Hvis noget nogensinde har betydet noget i mågens liv, så skal det vise sig nu. Alt hidtil fører til dette øjeblik i mågens liv; Alt vil have været ligegyldigt hvis ikke mågen får rettet op i løbet af få sekunder. For hvad betyder gode stunder, hvis ikke mågen kan reflektere tilbage på dem? Hvad betyder gode gerninger hvis ikke mågen kan leve til at opleve deres indvirkning?
 Mågen tænker over det liv den har nået at have på jorden. Steder den har set. Væsener den har gjort sig klog på, handlinger den har overværet, følelser den har følt, forurening og anden modgang den har skullet døjes med.
Mågen tænker på moder jord, de 6 milliarder forvirrede mennesker der render rundt og betræder den, og selvfølgelig alle de øvrige naturlige primitive dyr, der garanteret vil leve uanfægtet videre efter som om intet er sket.
Set heroppe fra, er livet sgu ikke så kompliceret, tænker mågen. At leve eller ikke at leve. Uden bevidsthed forstår du ikke et fravalg.
Kollisionen indtraf med over 60 km/t og i løbet af et splitsekund nåede mågen at opfatte nervesignaler der fortalte den at stort set samtlige af knoglerne i dens krop knustes.

Jeg er færdig.

Tilværelsen blæser mig væk
ind i nye universer

en godartet eskapisme reinkarneres
og tager mig konstant til forskelligartede eventyr

Bryd dine vaner
og tag intet for givet

Living life

"WHEW. I came extremely close on that one..."  

Bob's love

"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.  "
― Bob Marley

A long sunday

bakin breads

this song is about being..laid back

Tankeboks

Som han sad der
kl 00.08 tirsdag,
drak rødvin
og hørte emotionel musik.

Nutz was bashed by eclectic atmospheres

"I feel big"

somewhere far far away

her er smukt overalt

"This strong old blizzard
 I will let it blow
 to undiscovered places
underneath the snow"

Think.

Bronnie Ware is an Australian nurse who spent several years working in palliative care, caring for patients in the last 12 weeks of their lives. She recorded their dying epiphanies in a blog called Inspiration and Chai, which gathered so much attention that she put her observations into a book called The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.

Ware writes of the phenomenal clarity of vision that people gain at the end of their lives, and how we might learn from their wisdom. "When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently," she says, "common themes surfaced again and again."

Here are the top five regrets of the dying, as witnessed by Ware.


































1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

 2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.

 3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.

 4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

 5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

I am feeling very warm right now
Please don't disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that I've ever dreamed of

This Era

"Deep down in the basement the curls of smoke choke as they toke,
inhaling infidelity, rhymes and rhythms, metaphoric prehistoric jism.
An intake of underground sounds and leaves of a dope kind while the DJ twists to rewind,
 scra-scr-scra-scratch and ri-rip this shit,
MCs grab the mic kickin' freestyles rhyming one hundred miles a minute,
vocals eclipsing ridiculously dope beats and they are blind to the signs that the rhyme combined with the mind connects them to their feminine side,
The groove slips between their thighs and makes their hips wide like mine,
as Mother Hip Hop places her eternal child inside,
Something impossible to see through these jaded eyes,
as she slides into masculinity, masturbating with their climactic virginity,
Intrinsically, kinetically, genetically redefining their DNA,
So when the archaologists dig up the past they will say "These homosapiens are from the era of hip hop days,
And they will take the bones and play rhythms that were lost on records and cassettes,
Some will dance to remember and some will dance to forget,
Because even then, no one will truly see all the hows and whys of when and where we came to be,
And they will try to recapture the rapture and velocity that left with the flesh of the hip hop fiends,
They will find curvatures in the bones of MCs hands, learning their dominant, prominant stance,
Reminants of baggy pants will leave fibers of a culture that swims in eternity and they will take relics and try to sell it,
Promising that the vibe is still alive and that it will make them feel free,
Jazz, beats and blue sweets will make our primal sex rituals indescrete,
And the sounds of distorted, contorted scratches sampling styles will echo in the inner ear of a famous DJs great great great great grandchild,
And they will uncover villages of spirituality redeeming them from their new world's fallacys,
And they will gather the dust of incense sticks to see if it might fill them with peace,
And back here, right here, right now, we will always be, creating rhymes, and time, in our history."

Vibe

Tomhed

Lader musikken gennemstrømme mig.

med et hovede så fyldt af tanker
Jeg føles blot som en skygge af mig selv
og tankerne er
Fysisk ved siden af mig
musikken suser lige igennem mig - påvirker mig ikke

NU GØR DEN

Som et stykke pizzas molekyler der bliver sat i svingninger af mikrobølgeovnens stråler

bliver mine tanker og sjæl sat i voldsomme vibrationer

Goodness, vibes 

Der er noget ophøjet smukt over udtrykket i musik
Fordi det kan mediere.. essensen af en stemning
Jeg sidder her og nyder
Ufortalte historier om glemte tider
eventyr...
musikken inspirerer.
Og stimulerer
 - Som et andet drug

fucker det mit mind helt op.

Musikken løfter mig til et bedre sted
 - nu er jeg tryg.
jeg flyver heroppe
med de store fugle
fuglene er det gode i mig
Det alsidige - eventyret

musikken viser mig, at det ikke behøver være som det plejer
musikken viser mig alsidigheden og underligheden
hvisker i mit øre
vanvittigheder
Bryder alle mønstre.

Vigtigst af alt, så minder musikken mig om bedre tider.

Solopgangen

Den dag havde jeg siddet på bredden i mørket længe og ventet på solopgangen
Jeg sad der i det kolde sand
og ventede på at solen skulle vise sig
og kaste lys og varme over tilværelsen.

Morgensolen stod langt om længe op over byen, og lagde et varmt lunende, betryggende skær på det myldrende byliv.
Jeg vågnede langsomt op fra min slumren, og blev pludselig så opmærksom på så mange ting
Hanen der galede,
Ægte og udfordrende kreativitet der sprang mig i øjnene,
flerdimensionerede personligheder
og et hav foran mig.
- Et hav af muligheder.
Mine store nysgerrige øjne kiggede ud over kanten
Og blev mødt af mange glade ansigter
Og havet - det var et hav af farver.
SLASK sagde det - bølgen klaskede mig vilkårligt i ansigtet
Storbyens kaotisme
ungdommens entusiasme
varme strejf der gør dig doven, blød i knæene
Boldspil under solen
Kolde øl i skyggen
Latter i baggrunden
Vild musik i natten
Interessante personligheder på tapetet
Åbne tilgange i farvandet
Maksimering af alt,
udlevelse af person,
udforskning, indtryk, hygge og glæde
Jeg var ankommet.


Så blev uret stillet tilbage
Et tæppe af kulde og mørke lagde sig sagte over alt
og fik folk til at trække sig indendørs.
fik mine led til at knirke,
og pligterne til at blive kritiske
Fik lærerne til at stramme tonen
og sled på sjælen.
sled på dagen og vejen
Som når der er for lidt tid strukket ud over for lange dage
Et usselt udseende
ligegyldighed
udholdenhed
forvirrethed
rund-strejfen til folks indelukker
skiftende afhængigheder
Indelukkede, dybdeborende og intime tider
Med for-længe-sovning
konstant studiepres
opfuckning
politisk arbejde,
Stress
for meget at lave
for meget røg
for meget fyld
for lidt tid


Jeg sætter mig ned på stranden igen og venter

"Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know"

Betydning

Ridder på min hest af krystal
glasuren løber fortumlet ned fra trækronerne
øjnene spyr rav i fontæner
og maskerne troner på himlen
alt imens tyven hviler på laurbærene
Men så længe lager haves er det endnu ikke afgjort
hans majestæt er nemlig ankommet
han nejer mod det nedrige
og får sin hilsen igen


rytmen dundrer
eller er det dundreren der rytmer?
jeg forsvinder langt væk i ensomhedens palads
beskyttet
mens lydbølgerne pulserer på vinduesruderne
ser til mens alt bliver nedbrudt til atomer
og lige så fint bygget op igen i vanvittige mønstre
hvad skal det betyde?

"Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice. These two men are laying down their lives in mankind’s most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding. They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they wil be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown. In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man. In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood. Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man’s search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts. For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind."

The Paradox of Fools And Wise Men