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 this may not be the end of it, as many facets can be smoothed over in time, the deeds of the maker can set to right past mistakes. though if the crevice is to deep then the structural integrity of something potentially so beautiful as a life, might crumble to rubble leaving naught but dust and waste.

What then of those grooves seen by one as a hiddious scarring and annouther as an innovative new element to the art? who then decides?. after all art is subjective, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder (not those floating many eyed green things from Baldurs gate) this then should surely bring into question weather there is a greater critic that has the appointed position of fundimentally deciding what passes as art worthy of a place in the gallery and what counts as a  failed attempt that then aught to be cast into the incinerator, that the memory of its mutilated monstrosity might be forgotten by the minds of the fair.

Though as the infamous 'They' say "one mans junk is another mans treasure"  a saying that in my personal experience holds fast as i often find little treasures scattered about my world. so taking this saying to have a sliver of fact present in its conception it should surely then stand to figure that, the art cast from the gallery should potentially be saved from the furnace by a secondary collector. perhaps a character whom through some sence of inferior caliber delights in its superiority over these failed attempts.

just a thought.

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 almost a year now. After a most pleasant catch up and a slight refreshment from the local (renovated) Budgiens a trundling great western swept me through my beloved countryside to the majestic city of the scholars, during this journey I came to realise the relevance of the yellow stripes displayed upon the carriages.

Having had a most spectacular time in the city, which I could go into endless detail of though wont for fear of having no sleep. i then headed stationwards again and upon my travels, first, met a most agreeable homeless chap whom I felt quite inclined to help out being that he was so wonderfully good mannered. Then barley five minuets later I was intercepted by a incredibly pleasant chap whom asked me if I’d like to join his bible group, as interesting as it sounded I had to politely explain m slight distance problem (being in Cornwall and all) though luckily had enough time before my train to have a Chat with him about religion.

Finally having achieved the station and my transport through the night I met in the carriage a warmly attractive young lady,  with a most welcoming face, and a bookmark that quite caught my eye, having slipped into conversation with her, it so happened that she was the current Gappie at Plym so naturally I mentioned that I used to go to kingham and we got into a wonderful conversation about this that and the other.
Following a fond farewell at kingham station a young chap in the seat infront of me asked a few questions about the area around Morton  having over heard me mention that is were I was bound for. After a short but pleset chat with him about the local area, I found my self cycling Through the night to here and sleep.
Goodnight

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.

In the light of this I felt somewhat compelled to pit my fingers against their lettered adversaries to asses their mastery of translation as the many muddled mumblings of my mind seep steadily from their resting place to dance in harmony through the digits of my hands over the iridescent alphabet shimmering forth from the keys they lay their rest upon.

As of yet the result holds little in the profit of the reader, and poses to be positively disappointing to any who may have willingly submitted their spheres of sight to these tracks of text with hope of unravelling some of the deeper workings of the sculptors mind.

If indeed the aforementioned is, as it so happens, the prominent protagonist in your intentions cast, then fear not for the curtain call has been announced, the lights are dimming out and the main feature is about to arrive, Yes dear, I’m sorry, It is to late to obtain one of those novelty little ice cream tubs.

So here, with all the pent up anticipation of watching ice cream melting in an eager child’s clammy hand. I give you, with a little less procrastination than a lover striving to savour as many words from his lovers lips before they must part, The main event! Which in truth I’ve quite forgotten as I allowed my fingers to have free reign over the keyboard for the last five paragraphs. 

In wholesome actuality, I have no idea whom might willingly submit themselves to reading all this, weather they knew it would be such a conglomeration of gibberish or not, I don’t suppose if you read these words you could mention it could you? It would be quite interesting to know who might have somehow weathered the storm of sweet and bitter nothingness to struggle their way through to this semi-decipherable haven or indeed weather theirs any real reason to include within this lengthening list of ramblings anything that may in any way, shape or form, quite to the deeper values of life happenings, philosophies, or indeed thoughts and feelings of a potentially more mundane nature though significantly more relevant in context of the scripts creator.

I suppose I could even score the screen before us, with verse and prose pictures or propaganda, perhaps not propaganda, it’s a bit of a pest. Well in that enlightening realisation I feel I should insert the work of my great uncle or someone like that.
Oh so painfully true, I read that poem at my grand mothers funeral, now my great grandmother has finally passed away at a fine old age of 102 not quite the count of the old Took but a fair few years longer than I intend to reach, that is unless I find some exceptionally good company to go there with, yes if your reading this I dare say you most likely enter in under that bracket.

I often wonder if death, like any other earthly entity, can become just another happening, if one looses to death so much, will they yet retain a fear of death as they’ve faced its worst and survived.  People die! Its the one most definite thing we can know about life, that it ends (I say ends, I should probably say our body ceases to function in a living manner). 

On a considerably lighter note I found this http://www.square-enix.co.jp/ff7acc/ I think that might just be a must get. Granted I’m only guessing its an extended edition of Advent children, because its not in English,  but that’s enough, Also it seems their making/made Final fantasy thirteen, and though it looks to be very Sci-Fi it still holds the heart capturing soul transporting details and elements of the previous ventures of Square-enix  along with the heart stopping heart wrenching emotion stirring melodies, and Lightning appears to be almost as attractive a Rinoa of FF8, 7 and 8 are still the best in my opinion though.

Amusingly I’ve never actually played a vast amount of final fantasy despite my love for its artistic brilliance musical divinity and enchanting radiance. I’ve never been able to justify the cost of console and price in time.
Now I’m sure I’ve much more to be getting on with so for now I believe we’ll have to forge our own paths, though I look forward fondly to a time when we may stand face to face once more, Fare you well for now, and Keep well, ill be sure to update this quaint little sight again before to long I promise.

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.

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 flame from whence they emanated the deepest ruby, coldest sapphire, earthen emerald and shimmering star of citrine came to my side, to be with me, that we might evermore remain close and strong, safe in company.

I left Auganhaust behind as was necessary for the world must ever maintain its continuous rippling flow, though as its majestic green woods and wind washed fields its pearl pure clouds and sweet trickling streams vanished behind me, I swore ever to return to the parricide of my origin once in twelve, and ever to this day that I have done, though those we travel with come and go smile and frown in measures just or less so our faithful company hold tight as ever before and ever to come we shall once in twelve.

In aperance none can say nor ever would think to that we seem the same to how we have been in times gone by, yet ever we continue. Still tales of the past are well and good whilst one dwells upon It and it is of ventures more to date that our tale is to tell of in this hour.  
Being deprived of certain  limbs that companions of mine may possess I shall account the tale as seen from the perspective I am blessed with and no other for now, lest I be interrupted In my way and in strafing from the target allow an interlude. 

One of Twelve we promised and once again united and eager our journeying took us home to beloved Auganhaust so keen where we in anticipation, To tourney we didst repair and their took in many a wondrous sight and in our hearts found sweet gladness that we may be so wholly enamoured by the display of skill and precision, nerve and strength combined in such an exhilarating, courageous sport of ancient days, right glad am I that such an entertainment may yet find cradle within the river of time where it shouldst’ comfortably repair amongst these torrents of change.  May we nea’r cease to perceive bright banners trailing in the same sumptuous wind that unfurls the standards of gallant knights, that sweeps out cloaks to billow about both lord and peasant alike, to hear the mirth of met at arms as they bustle about merrily within the mead hall and to smell the sweet rose and lavender about the nape of a sweet lady’s neck as she drifts by clad in the flowing silk and linen cut so skilfully to befit the time in all their majestic archaic beauty.

Fond memories of the tourney still fresh in our minds away we then travelled till the shores of Auganhaust swayed into vision upon the horizon, we snaked our way up to her welcoming coastline  and their met joyously with both friends of many a year and to with newly met whom now we may converse with on the planes of friendship one may argue however that such a plane is far from flat and those that stand in the low places may yet fall through the thin crust beneath their feet to leave that plane indefinitely, so to those that stand now in the places high above there from whence they once strove up from may too fall the immeasurable distance and smash through the planes fragile surface. Though I feel the latter is somewhat less likely to come to pass, as evidently the hurt that couldst occur upon making such a collision may truthfully be substantially painful for both person and plane barer.

 Within this gathering of both new and faithful alike much merriment was had and bizarre happenings ensued as one might enjoy under such a hospitable roof as that I found my self most obliging guest to that night.

 Bidding fond farewell to all in turn and lastly the beloved fairy and warlock whom had kept us so lovingly then journey was made with much haste and delay a plenty through the outer reaches of a sweet glistening Auganhaust toward a domain that has ever been a most homely sanctuary whether on journey long or short for within its bounds serving under the agile four legged lords and ladies there are some I couldst almost call family if family where so dear as they. Ever gleefully do I look upon my road when wined’th she in that direction. 

 So this day I found my journeys end in this most welcome haven and right gleefully I partook in banter feast and slumber most wholesome and journeyed out with the following sun, on quest we travelled that day a whole company of three we journeyed through the beauteous countryside mounted high upon most noble steeds and heading ever south, till one good fellow mostly unknown to me though with stronger ties to my companion, thought not that yonder goal seemed achievable for his gallant steed and so most nobly he did retire, and we still mounted high made our way to accompany him to shelter, now seeing good cause to press on we travelled beneath a most spectacular ceiling of silver struck deep marine o’er hidden hills and a great sweeping pane, thence ultimately, in the early hours of the following morn our goal was achieved, a much dishevelled site of ancient worship was she, and yet in her day how grand and splendid she must have stood as a true beacon of awe to all whom perceived her in those youthful days of her age old reign.

Travelling later that day after rest caught beneath wind beat canvas we journeyed to the home of one known well to both parts of the surviving duo and there welcomed and cared for and put to work, we made ready, as requested for the onslaught to come.
here for reasons known to myself and most fittingly to those companions whom so enigmatically surround my being I shall leave the tale, perhaps to pan the embers from the ashes and make anew this flame or perhaps to leave them be and so to rest they may depart, all depends on moods and favours of the time yet to come, and so in peace I leave you all to both thought and speculation alike.
Fare well
Till next time.
Dom
xxx

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 of my old material, natuarally i dont expect you to but i put it up there anyway how very timeless youthfull wisdom can be.


20 October
The streangth of a Friend

We all dwell on this great expanse of gyrating mud and mettle more commonly known by the name of Earth. All trapped within its atmospheric boundaries threatened with imminent suffocation on attempt to escape. All under the dreary bindings of authority. The law. Trapped in the never ending chain of work, Just to survive. After all we spend the majority of our life in misery to earn a larger number in our banks. Surely all we want the money for is to have fun. But we have to slave through utter wretchedness to get it. Still, life seems to be that way at the moment and so we continue to slog it out whether we enjoy it or not .



However, deep within in this cacophony of human life, we find small pockets of hope of joy of love that doesn’t revolve around this over rated coinage system. We find the comfort and warmth that only a friend can bring. A island of safety, tranquillity and joy in a otherwise corrupt malicious and villainous sea. And in our struggle through this sea our friends are very important to us. And I know I could never get through without you, and yes I mean you , if you’ve taken the time out of your life to acknowledge and read this far then you are most probably one of my friends. and if not you should be.



To lose a friend is to sink an island and in doing so sinking one of there islands of freedom and safety, plunging them back to the icy cold unwelcoming sea of life to cough splutter hope and prey that another friend comes to save them from a otherwise horrific and pitiful existence if indeed existence is deemed worth carrying on with.



Some times a friend gets closer to you than a friend would normally and in a intertwined spiral of love they fly high above the sea away from all the evil sadness and corruption. Safe together in a would that revolves around each other safe in the warmth of their partners embrace.



To loose a friend of this nature however means a long way to fall and without other loyal, loving friends to soften your landing the end of such a fall would be fatal.
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04 October
Chaos, Life?

My world helixes around me. A jumble of junk ruthlessly thrown around in a catastrophic hurricane. Parts crash into others, either merging to form gruesome mutations of there former selves or completely obliterating each other leaving my feeble form exposed to the harsh reality of life. A reality Id far rather flea from.



My mind and soul are drowned in darkness suffocated in a ruthless ravishing revengeful existence to which I am the enemy, what I may have done to warrant such anger is far beyond my understanding. As the storm rages through this deadly dark about my very being a single indistinguishable figure is visible, far in the distance the one constant in a ever moving ever changing ever turbulent life. Though I cannot visually behold her from within the destructive force that surrounds me. I feel her presence. Holding me, keeping me sane, aiding me on my wearisome way. Till hopefully someday the winds will die down, the green woods, sunlit fields, and freshwater streams materialise from out of the darkness and my world sing in sweet melodious harmony once more.



Though for now that is but a dream. As far from my slender fingertips as are the countless stars of heavens field. And may ever stay as such



Yet through all this turmoil I am ever aware that many other storms rage out there, many far worse than my own. So I thank god for what I do have and am content. For dwelling in my own troubles will help no one. And after all we’re all trapped in this world together whatever we make of it. We must look to each other for aid and guidance and provide it where we may. A long journey such as life alone is painfully strenuous but a journey with a loyal loved companion at your side could well be enjoyed.
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18 September
Little story

a silvery beam of moonlight shone through a square window into a musty smelling dimly lit room. Two boys huddled round a flickering candle their faces bathed in its warm orange glow. Deeply engulfed in a rather lusty discussion about girls that had taken their fancy they where completely oblivious to the tall dark figure silently entering the room behind them. As the conversation progressed onto slightly more personal tone, the figure swept effortlessly across the room to the boys hunched over forms. “Oh and that Amelia French well what wouldn’t I like to do with …”

“BOO” the boy who had been speaking of the infamous Amelia French leaped up in the air and let out a high pitched girly scream. In fits of hysterical laughter the tall dark figure uncloaked its self to reveal a tall teenage boy not dissimilar to his two companions though maybe slightly taller. “Shit Ben you scared me” exclaimed the boy. Ben still attempting to subside his laughter nodded and impersonated a little jump and a scream then fell on the floor laughing again. The other boy in the room who had actually noticed Ben coming from the door now joined in with the laughter.



After a minuet or so the hilarity of the event died down and Ben sprawled himself out on a bed behind the candle so rays of its feeble light danced over his skin. “I brought chocolate” he announced pulling three bars out of his pocket and waving them about “but you cant have one till you apologise for swearing Tim” Tim looked shocked at the Prospect of a apology “I wouldn’t have sworn if you hadn’t jumped me from behind” he quarrelled Ben raised his eyebrows “alright alright I’m sorry” no sooner had he said the word sorry than a chocolate bar smacked into his forehead met with a snigger from the boy sitting opposite him. “did you want one to Dan?” Ben inquired Dan nodded to the effect of having a chocolate bar collide with his forehead and breaking his snigger into a laugh.



They all settled down to the laborious task of devouring their chocolate. Slowly conversation reinstated its self. whilst Dan and Tim fantasized over females again Ben retreated into a silence lying on his back and blankly staring at the ceiling. After having listed the all the girls in there class from the most shagadelic to the least Dan looked up questioningly at Ben. “Why don’t you ever talk of girls Ben?. Of all the guys in our class you must be the most popular with the girls yet I’ve never heard you talk of them or even show that your interested in them beyond friends” slowly Ben turned to look at him sympathetically. “That’s where you’ve been going wrong your whole life Dan” receiving a questioning glance from Dan he continued “girls aren’t tools for your pleasure. Some of my best friends are girls and if I treated girls like you and most boys do then those would be friends that I wouldn’t have” then after a short pause added “besides I would much rather focus all my love on one girl than loose it in a sea of them.” This stumped them for a while as both boys stared blankly at Ben. Then out of the silence Tim blurted “but all the girls love you Ben don’t you fancy any of them, doesn’t any girl catch your fancy” Ben sighed and turned to look back up at the cracked white ceiling “oh there is one” he whispered wistfully then paused for thought of weather to continue eventually deciding to “I met a girl last summer, she was perfect talkative interested in mostly the same things as me she had the most beautiful smile and the sweetest complexion” as he spoke he wove patterns in the air with his fingers pointing at the candle and as he did so a figure of Stunning beauty glowed into existence within the flame “ I never really felt I could learn enough about her. I loved to sit with her and listen to tales of her life or speak of strange and wondrous things that would never happen. She had such a enchanting voice” as Ben spoke of this stunning goddess of his. Her image grew ever stronger in the candle flame. Dan and Tim stared in awe at the apparition its light now bathing the whole room in a comforting glow. “in her I have placed all my love all my trust all my caring. But alas her love has been placed in another.” The room plunged into a cold darkness the candle now extinguished lay on its side a chilling ray of moonlight shining of its waxy white skin

all was silent.
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13 April
So long my dear friends

Due to the well known fact that the world will end sometime in the distant or not so distant future (or in the past and my clock is just wrong) i have decided that just incace it creeps up on me like so many things such as coursework deadlines and my dog. i am going to take this oppitunity to say goodbie to everyone just incace i dont see you again b4 the end of the world. eather way ill see most of u in heaven i guess if they let me in that is. oh grace do you think you could put a good word in 4 me cos there bound to let u in first thanx dear. oh i suppose i should wright a will to shouldent i. ok here goes . i leave all my soon to be incinarated earthlu possetions to that homeless dude that walks round the streets here cos being the one person everyone expects to die he's bound to survive the apocolypse. oh and grace thanx. 4 all youve done on earth 4 me youve been great thanx dont know what id have done without you if i dont see you all b4 ill see u in the afterlife then Bye xxx

Ps: please dont missinturprit this as a suiside note cos i know someone will its not ok in the words of the infamous hitchhikers guide to the galaxy Douglas Adams "DONT PANICK"

PPs:please forgive my apauling spelling i only have ohe head which suvearly limits my spelling ability if u have a problem with this and wish to get another head of yourown i sugest u talk to god. if he cant do it nobody can. and yes my punch uation is substanderd for the avrage five yr old to despite that im sixteen (and a half) te he
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13 March
Robin Hood

i have come to a fore gone conclusion after many days of contemplation that it is posible for an arrow to kill a fly
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i figgure i wrote all of this about four years ago. so its all Bording school material

roughly translated to "That big arrow seems to be getting closer...thud...aarghh!"

lol

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 it not for the looming precence of a suffocating city about him seph could have been anyware, but he wasn't and he needed to get out.

the dashing sound of hurried foot fals on a rain guilt road, were drowned out by the screaming of the storm that unleashed its wrath upon the city. Seph checked his pace as he leapt nimbly to raised railing and sure footed sprinted along it, the bridge beneath had been caught by the full force of the river it now failed to bridge, like a conquering army the rivers menacing eddies and regimented ripples ripped through the confines of the settlement with all of natures wrath.

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 landed here upon the road my wheels now made contact with. The looming shadow of the viaduct passed over me and my focus shifted to the road ahead swathed in mist, fading into the fiery orange glare of the streetlight haze at its far end. The strange force Driving me willed my path up the steep hill toward the train tracks far above, the going got steadily harder as the incline increased though my determination grew with it and stealthily we sped over the train-lines to the deserted roads beyond. Here Indecision grasped me, a clear road home lay to my left, then before my thoughts could concur the matter my bike was on the move again leading away from home and toward the blackness. Ancient trees arched high like a gothic gateway over the lane beafore me that plummeted away into the black beyond, the mist was thick and chilling up here and prevented the feeble lights of my bike from doing much more than blinding me, yet still i decended and was engulphed. This route after falling deep into the fielded countryside, beguan to encounter the railways again tall stone bridges shaddowed my path, none high enough to take a life tho all imposingly solomn in the fog filled night. i found my way through the twisting lanes till i came at length to the main road, Truro bound, empty. Swiftly my bike now made pace allong its dreary length, the lights of the sleeping city enflamed the scene beafore me as i decended back down toward the iron railway lines, and then, the cats came.

From the direction of the deserted station a figure emerged, slight of foot and black as the night it crossed my path and with piercing green eyes surveyed my progress. something seemed unsettling about that cat and yet strangely warming, as though it where comforting to see another life form out on this eire night. The only other life id seen was a lone ambulance, which appeared twice in exactly the same place on the two occasions i crossed the roads beyond the railway, though in both instances its sudden appearance was swiftly sucked back to silence as it was engulfed by the haze. As i made my cautious way homeward taking care to pick a rout that would avoid passing the death sight, i devised separate little shortcuts then as i survayed its oprning and prepared to turn in, two peircing green spheres would stop me in my stead to slink off as the turning was missed, The city swarmed with them silent as the dead they slunk about the streets and survayed all. this was there world and i was a guest, welcome or no, it was hard to tell.

I made it home in the end, the lofty heights of the viaduct where burryed in mist and shadow as i entered the other end of my road and found the safety of home, and that brings me here. though i have little understanding even now of why i embarked on the strange venture in the first place. nor indeed why i felt i should write about it, perhaps it'll become clear in time.

Well
Here I am listening to flogging molly devils dance floor, decided that piece of information was essential because it’s a uber cool song and wont be playing by the time I’ve finished righting.

Well life is interesting at the moment, its sunny today rainy yesterday had some uber fun in oxon-ford the day before that and did a reading in church on the day after which just so happens to be the same day as it was rainy… funny that.

Any how ive been playing an awefull lot of Baldur’s Gate recently well that is Baldur’s Gate two actually, which isn’t actually set in Baldur’s gate at all its dominantly biased around the city of Athakatla which is further south. Based in the region of Amn.
(click on it a few times to make it huge, then the area of interest is the coastline down the west hand side)


Icewind dale in the far north is the location of the games “Icewind dale” the main objective of the first game was to reach the spine of the world (mountain range)
And the second is based in the same region several years later.

And surprisingly Neverwinter nights starts of in the city of Neverwinter below Icewind dale and above Baldur’s gate. I’ve not played Neverwinter nights two so I can’t say how it may link in though if you’re reading this Zara I presume You recognise a few more names.

Well I’m off cycling tomorrow and might make some more arrows to be ready for joust, that is provided I can legitimately take my longbow, I’m not actually sure how I’m going to manage to get there or to post Kilve after, ill sort it… hopefully. It would be good to bring my longbow, I owe Jason a archery tournament.

Well see you later peeps, I have a room to sort, and a computer (my external hard drive arrived this morning :D Bye