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Preaching to paint
everything in this life is open to interpretation, living is in effect a very artistic process, one sculpts their lifeline as a on going project to create a work in the minds of their audience that is quintessentially them. If at some point this artist veers from the path and gouges holes in their media that unintentionally disfigure the sculpture ( Read more... ) -
Travel
Well all in all that was most spectacular, Cycling to Morton was oddly relaxing today, no pressure little speed just a gentle cycling amble, and having found the train to be 45 minuets late, I meandered into town, to be delighted by the company of Jess, immerging from the corner of a clothes shop, whom I’ve not seen since the last Tolkien festival ( Read more... ) -
Found
Live Journal, Long lost in my memories and thoughts, the existence of this ever-present habitation of autobiographical script and scribbling, has now through miraculous chance come once more, like a bubble soaring through the murky depths of a woodland pool teaming with life, to the surface of my mind.
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To be rebellious by conforming to the rulings of a non-existent leader of a hierarchy of equality and in doing so conforming to the majority in a way no other of the conglomerate achieves, desires or wholly perceives, thus we are. -
A Company’s quest for Auganhaust
Auganhaust has stood forever in my mind, from within its unearthly confines I came forth into a blissful world of light and harmony way back in those early days of youth and splendour of a carefree naivety in a world purer than clear crystal they accumulated around me, like stones from out of firelight they soured each as pure as the element of ( Read more... ) -
old writings uncovered
I just uncovered my old Windows spaces Site the first internet bloggy site thingie that i made, goodness i put some rather interesting material on there, in truth i was a verry happy chappy in those days,(some things never change :D) though creative writing was genrally used as an angst release, i found it somewhat enlihtening re reading an extract ( Read more... ) -
"Cette grande flèche semble recevoir le bruit sourd .... plus proche ... aarghh"!
roughly translated to "That big arrow seems to be getting closer...thud...aarghh!"
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Seph broke into a run, the chill night air rushd down his throat as he burst forward, rain torented about him, drenching his body from head to foot, a saturated main of hair flailed out in his wake caught on the same surge of of the refreshing gale that gracefully swept out the tail of a coal black long coat. the street was dark, pitch dark, were ( Read more... ) -
Truro, The city of night cats
Some strange feeling swept me from my house tonight into the silent streets of Truro. There was a slight mist in the air and an erie silence, as i glided astride my bi-wheeled steed beneath the towering viaduct, an article drifted through my mind of a woman from Redruth whom had seen fit to cast herself from its lofty hight a fortnight ago and ( Read more... ) -
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