Talok

When Talok lurks outside your house,its usually because he wants to get inside.
Never let Talok inside your house,unless you want to become possessed.
Talok is the spirit of many dead people who have lumped together to become a creepy phantom of the supernatural world.
He can appear as a little begging boy who only wants your sympathy and an open door or window.
However,he can not enter if you have heard of the tale,and know of his motives.
He may also appear as your mother in a dream,and make you sleepwalk to your door,where he will slip in and do his tricks with your mind until you no longer recognize yourself.
Talok hates whistling,and laughter,and avoids houses where jolly people celebrate.
Talok can be trapped into a corner,if whistled at,during his haunting tours,and with continued whistling,he can be vaporized into thin air.
The energy of life is what he wants,but the same energy,focused directly at Talok will do "him" great harm.

I once saw Talok sitting beside me in bed,waiting for me to leave my body so he could enter.
I observed how his forehead came into my dream,but couldnt get any further,cause his head was to big for the tiny  little room in my dream.
I laughed at his failed attempt to possess me,and he fled with anger,growling like a hurt lion.
Laughter is the purest poison for the souls that feed on fear and angst.
A good strong laughter can actually kill Taloks.It has been done before.
There are witnessess to strange incidents that cannot yet be explained by our  current model of language.

so now you know the tale,and i urge you to share it with loved ones.

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Ho rulla nedover tunet
lik eit garn nøste
og drog med seg
båe
blomar å gras

då ferden
endeleg
stoppa
ved eit
stille tjern
byrja
vinden å blesa
og snart
var det
krusningar
på det
vesle tjernet

i ku byrja
rauta frå heia
og snart
vart dei to

ei linerle
landa på
ryggen hennar
og tuppa
der
ei stond

ei fluge
flaug inn i linsa
og snart
vart bildet
fyllt av kravlande
bein
og vinger

----vi beklager teknisk feil-------

Er det deg ?

Eg høyre kviskring
er det du
som kviskrar ?

eg ser røyrsle
mellom trea

er det du
som røyrer deg ?

kvifor driv
du å
lurar på
meg
å kviskrar ?

snakk høgt
og tydeleg
om du
vil seie
meg noko

kom ut
kom fram !

My room

eg sølte kaffi på blondeduken
og velta kakefatet
over ende

eg snubla i dørkarmen
og gløymde pin koden
til bank kortet
så det blei
slukt

glei på ein plastpose
og klemde fingen
i ei skuffe

lo på feil plass
og på feil stad
og fekk¨
naboen ild sint

nokre dagar
ligg eg berre
der og ber

andre dagar
er eg ute
å gjer meg
stor å svær

WHATS LEFT

WHAT REMAINED
WAS THE WORDS HE WROTE

WHILE HE HIMSELF MOVED A HEAD

AN  ENORMOUS HEAD
AND

HE MOVED IT
BY

CONTINUALLY ROLLING IT

DAY BY DAY

THROUGH FORESTS
AND SAND

THOSE WHO SAW
HIM ROLLING AHEAD
WAS LEFT IN AWE
WITH DROPPED
JAWS

WHAT REMAINED AFTER HIM

WHERE THE WORDS HE WROTE

AND THEY SETTLED IN THIS LITTLE
POEM

MARRIED AND HAD MANY

CHILDREN
THAT LATER GOT
THEIR OWN AND
SOON CAME THE
BOOK
AND
MANY BOOKS
CAME AFTER THAT
FIRST ONE
BUT ALL
RESEMBLING
THE FIRST
BOOK
AT FIRST
GLANCE

Kristallkuleauge

In my shiny crystal ball, i see an old wizard looking into His shiny crystal ball,
where therein Another smaller wizard i see , hunked over His crystal ball, gazing into it
entranced ,by the  reflection of himselflooking at himself, in smaller and smaller images.

 This eggshaped  window to another world inside this world,wherein miniature replicas  are living their lives,doing what they do in their own precious time.
Time Is always the same,but here it runs sloowly,and everynow and then it speeds up a bit before it slows Down again,as if switched,somewhere in the unseen machine room of  reality.
Sometimes are really all the time,if it wasn`t for my preoccupation With the past and the future,and where to put the socks and where to put the butter.Order makes reality a sane Place for the mind,but too much of it,and i and you,we both  loose the finer Points of existence.Together with many.

The Words did not flow from his mouth,and his limbs did not move as if by phantoms
but when you stare long enough into the fire,you see what moves behind curtains of time.

It was not this beautiful little garden,overgrown With beautiful flowering weeds,wherein elves mocked each other over trivial affairs,and the buzzing of bees in the air,but there was an  old Hollow trunk of tree that rested its ancient body on the Earth.Therein a Young fox would sleep when the rain poured Down,but now it was out chasing foods in the sun.
It was nothing like a fairytale,but there was the occasional hobbit doing  marvelous tricks of wich one may stumble upon in said tales.
And then there was a juggler With Words,but he vanished in one of his many tales,and since then,only faint cries have been heard from afar.They who say and those who know, point to a desolate island in the west.A Place upon where no man may find pleasure,but the one who enjoys talking to himself and turtles perhaps.Who knows.The old soothsayers who dwell in the grave of the Earth,perhaps.
They would tell you all you wanted to know.But would their answers really please you ?
Always question Your motives and intentions in a Chamber of mindfulness.

But do Rest now.You read too much, too fast. !

Enjoy a walk.Have a cup of tea.See yourselves reflected  on the surface, then drink.

Be not so so and so.

Instead,feel the rythm of the universe deep within Your soul and let it move you to those forbidden Places of the heart.
let the rythm of the universe steal Your dearest Secrets,then enjoy the laughter of the old Gods and Goddesses,unto  whom all mortals are unveiled.

You assume too much too fast.Let the mysterie linger within you as months fly by.
Time is precious,like soil to the seed,and to the roots of trees.
Restlessness is the first sign of weakness and of strength.
Energy expresses itself in Your body and is communicated throughout the realms of this and that.
The Words that was supposed to flow from Your hands prophetic,instead came in Waves on a silent Ocean.The life that was supposed to be what you wished for,instead came in Seasons and in its own good time,like an entity of its own,with its own special needs and schemes.
Imagination doesnt inform you when its doing tricks With Your mind.
It has the freedom to change Your mind by using special effects collected from Your very own Collection.Enhancing off course,every single phenomena that arises within and without.

Be what you are and let being be Your art.Be the artist of yourself ,make art that pleases and disturbs the establishment.Choose not side With the siders,instead be like the tree carrying many branches.

Be not so and so

Instead be aware of the tendency to drift in many  directions and the tendency to choose side With the siders on  their weatherworn basecamps high up on  the Mountains of Madness.

Behold the world through Your own very eyes,and let no man replace his eye With thine own.!

This is a test and this is not a test,but an idea so powerful that the mind feels challenged,tested :

Those who fail will know every detail of their mistakes,but  too late.

Those who succeed will fail later,and too late know of their mistakes.

Instead let life carry you on its Wind like the sweet bird and see where it may bring you.

It was never what i expected until i started expecting the unexpected.

thats when the doors creaked,the spider hurried into hiding,and the old clock on the wall

stopped ticking at approximately 3:33 pm.

thats when it started.and thats when it ended.thats when i perceived  time  an old giant,watching us all,from every single watch that men and women adorne themselves with throughout the vast continents of the earth.
The eye of time,The true divinity  and God of  human species,summoning forth the very  beginnings and  endings in all of creation.

Arrividechi





















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Urban Dictionary: Funnie

Urban Dictionary: Funnie