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• Skærm Følelse

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What is a Skærm Følelse?

(Screen feeling)

(This post features the sun in the upper right hand corner)

Last year a boy wrote me and said that he had just been institutionalised and that he thought that maybe I could relate and we talked a bit. He said that he also had skærm følelsen (the screen feeling).

I never had to explain to him what a skærm følelse was, he just got it.

Sun 1

I made a song 5 years ago that no small bandcamp label wanted to publish because it had a sample of a guy falling to his death in it (it’s okay he didn’t die and it’s fine). But he thought he was going to die and apparently that was just too much.

But I was talking to this person who really liked it last year. And I don’t really care if it never got published as long as it reached the right people. It was for them all along.

That’s how I feel about Skærm Følelse – some people will simply make contact with it

I feel so bad for those who can’t make contact. I know that they won’t even feel bad about it but I just wish that I could show them.

1) university absolutely rotted my brain

2) everything needs to be simple understandable sentences

3) everything needs to be coherent and free of tautologies and contradictions

4) these people want to tear apart beautiful sprawling sentences with boolean algebra

5) these people have never felt anything

6) these people hate living

7) they live long dull unreflected lives

8) they will never walk across town in the middle of the night to fuck a boy in a skirt

9) they have never heard the voice of god

I had a name before Skærm Følelse that was much more intense. I chose Skærm Følelse because I am a coward.

Sun 2

Every anime girl is a message. I’m doing a music video right now where I have to draw anime girls hundreds of times and it have never felt better.

I have never finished a real project before, which makes me feel sick.

There’s a library in town that want to exhibit the music video even though it’s not even done (one of my friends made it happen). They have a big screen in the middle of one of the rooms that will play it over and over again. It feels so pointless, like speaking a language to someone who doesn’t understand it.

Would any of them even be able to connect?

1) It’s okay if you’ve never heard the voice of god

2) don’t make it my problem that you haven’t

3) how much can you feel?

Sun 3

/home/amok/.local/share/applications/

go there and you will find custom launchers, like the file `noisebob.dekstop´

[Desktop Entry]
Version=1.0
Type=Application
Name=noisebob
Exec=thunar /home/amok/noisebob
Icon=/home/amok/Pictures/NOSIE/noise2.jpg
Categories=Amok;

if you need to have your own category for any reason, you must edit ~/.config/menus/xfce-applications.menu

very easy

further editing in ~/.config/xfce4/panel/whiskermenu-1.rc

INT. KITCHEN – AFTERNOON

KAKKELINKA pours coffee into a cup and adds milk. PAPSE enters the kitchen.

PAPSE: (picking up the cup) Paffel geb beb? Peppilep krakbæv lollepolka bøppe plom.

KAKKELINKA: (defensively) Pak, snakke. Pølse proplok nul nul akmasse møppe.

PAPSE: (irritated) Kaksa. Karmel pellepep nakke bap snegle?

KAKKELINKA: (angrily) Jep, deppe snakblok! Pappelpinke pik blomme speltmel ak prøvekost!

PAPSE: (yelling) Naksi, bakkedal mok sprødko mama! Mek plemspand makkemak pu bobbel-snot!

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) Pepsi orker klemmesang dak peppe blingpap! Pap trøffeldunk bæbe los!

PAPSE slams the cup on the counter, shattering it.

PAPSE: (seething) Rolle tis, åh. Glem passer akkimami peppe. Pak lakkefråds.

PAPSE storms out of the kitchen, leaving KAKKELINKA standing there in shock.

KAKKELINKA: (to herself) Pakkeleg taffegaffe?

She is dressed poorly and she is having a conversation with herself about which type of tea to drink, she hates coffee. the conversation switches between happy, dramatic, joyful and full of dead and existential crisis.

INT. BANKOALLE'S APARTMENT – MORNING

BANKOALLE, a disheveled woman in her mid-50s, stands in her cluttered kitchen, wearing a mismatched outfit of sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. She stares at her collection of tea bags, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (happy) Oh, I think I'll have a nice cup of chamomile today. It's so calming and soothing.

She picks up the chamomile tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind.

BANKOALLE: (dramatic) No, wait. I need something stronger. Something with more flavor and intensity.

She puts the chamomile tea bag down and starts to rummage through her tea collection, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (joyful) Ah, yes! Earl Grey. It's so elegant and refined.

She picks up the Earl Grey tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind again.

BANKOALLE: (full of dread) What's the point? Why even bother? Life is meaningless.

She drops the Earl Grey tea bag and starts to stare blankly out the window, lost in an existential crisis.

BANKOALLE: (to herself) Why do we even bother with these little things? Drinking tea, dressing up, trying to be happy? We're all going to die anyway.

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, trying to snap out of it.

BANKOALLE: (shaking her head) No, no, no. I can't think like that. I have to stay positive.

She picks up a green tea bag and starts to fill up her kettle, but then stops and changes her mind once more.

BANKOALLE: (paranoid) Wait, what if the green tea is poisoned? What if someone is trying to kill me?

She drops the green tea bag and starts to pace nervously around the kitchen, muttering to herself.

BANKOALLE: (paranoid) I can't trust anyone. Not even myself. I have to be careful.

The kettle starts to whistle, interrupting her thoughts. BANKOALLE jumps, startled, and then takes a deep breath.

BANKOALLE: (to herself) Okay, okay. I'll just make some tea and try to relax.

She pours the boiling water over a plain black tea bag, and takes a sip, looking momentarily content before her expression once again turns to one of worry.

BANKOALLE: (whispering to herself) But what if this is just a distraction? What if I'm missing something important?

She takes another sip of her tea, lost in thought as the camera fades to black.

INT. KITCHEN – AFTERNOON

KAKKELINKA pours coffee into a cup and adds milk. PAPSE enters the kitchen.

PAPSE: (picking up the cup) What is this? You put too much milk in my coffee again.

KAKKELINKA: (defensively) No, I didn't. That's the perfect amount of milk.

PAPSE: (irritated) It's not. Can't you ever get it right?

KAKKELINKA: (angrily) I always get it right! You're just being impossible to please!

PAPSE: (yelling) No, you're not listening to me! I want less milk in my coffee!

KAKKELINKA: (shouting) You always find something to complain about! I'm tired of it!

PAPSE slams the cup on the counter, shattering it.

PAPSE: (seething) That's it, I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving.

PAPSE storms out of the kitchen, leaving KAKKELINKA standing there in shock.

KAKKELINKA: (to herself) What just happened?

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