girls: fact fiction

Fact-Fiction
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  • Mads Langer
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Ah, he has such a nice voice. ^_^

Imagine a world without me - say you’re falling apart
Let’s pretend you’ve missed me for a while
Wouldn’t you say you were lonely and love was breaking your heart?
Put on your Sunday best and fake a smile

I dream of dreaming dreams of her - in twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear and I’m still fact she’s fiction

Remember the night you were with me - fell asleep by my side
Strangers together - your hand in mine
How come we never came closer when all the stars were aligned?
I thought we had a moment

I dream of dreaming dreams of her - in twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear and I’m still fact she’s fiction
I seem to miss the missing part, she’s still my favorite work of art
The picture is clear and I’m still fact she’s fiction

Nothing has changed cause I’m still fact - she’s fiction
Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction

I dream of dreaming dreams of her - in twilight she’s a constant blur
The picture is clear cause I’m still fact she’s fiction

I fell in love with her longing - let’s just say that she never found out
Who it was she never found in me 

Mands Langer - Fact-Fiction

FACT & FICTION

A little known fact is, that the Stormtrooper gun in the fictional Star Wars films, is a near-identical copy of a ‘real’ gun, that was invented in England in 1944…

The actual gun its based on is the ‘Sterling SMG’ as illustrated below…

The reason it looks longer in the above photo, is that it has a folding stock, which here is unfolded, so making the gun longer. The shoulder strap is also attached.

Another modification, as shown above, was the addition of a sighting device upon the rear end. The barrel also has a new surrounding to give it solidity.

This a side-profile diagram showing more detail, an the folded stock version.

This publicity shot shows the gun in compact form, like as in the films. This photo was part of a campaign to advertise ex-military equipment that the British government had sold to a private company so they could sell as military surplas. 

From this under-view it can be seen that the magazine-clip was shortend.

You know you cast / a long shadow / on the ground

The preparation of your breakfast had lost my focus for a little while as I smiled out of the blue. I always loved wearing your shirts in the morning, just your shirts, the collared ones. They were always much too big for me, but that was what I loved the most. Well okay, I lied, they smelled like you, that man’s smell that a woman can’t stay away from. I always begged for you to leave me one, so it was as if you were always here. Occasionally I’d tug on the collar a little, just to bring it closer to me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful than you are right now”, you casually spoke as you entered the kitchen, walking right up to me. If I wasn’t smiling before, I certainly was now. My train of thoughts disappeared as you stepped up behind me, against me, before I ever had the opportunity of turning around to face you. The touch of your lips along the side of my neck were enough, they thrilled me every time. You know those little teases? The kisses, your moist skin, the warm breaths. Shivers.

Your arms wrapped around my waist as if you never wanted to let the moment slip away. Your lips trailed from my neck, towards my jawline, leaving not a single inch of skin untouched, as you gently guided me to turn around to face you. The look you had in your eyes truely made me feel more beautiful than I’d ever felt. The soft way you had when you’d trail your fingers along my cheek and down my neck made me feel even more beautiful, it was as if you were admiring every inch of me.

It never took me long to react to you, my fingers would carefully be running themselves along your temple and part of your cheek bone. And then it happened. The sensation that would run through me when you gently pulled my body against yours and your lips touched mine, I could never quite explain. You always hated when I’d respond to a kiss like that with little teases, even if you adored the outcome every time. You know, the soft tug on your lower lip, the playful licks along your upper lip and the warm breaths to them. But the teasing never lasted long, I loved you just a tad too much to be able to wait so long.

I never knew if it was just because I wore your shirts…