Interesting.
I chose my handle Havoc because of Legacy of Kain. My favorite weapons were the axes, 'Havoc and Malice'. So these days my online nick is usually some deritive of Havoc and Malice (HavocVulture, Malicious_Havoc, etc.)
Exploring New Worlds
Moderator: Bmat
My last two blog-posts:
Why do I bother?
Date: 12/9/05 at 11:36PM
When I write, it comes straight from my soul.
No....
When I write, it comes from beyond...
Pure instinctive writing,
my heart, my soul, my very being is merely the receiver of something.
Vague pictures appear before my minds eye, a picture painted by my heart, as inspired by something divine.
Translated from the divine into a vague perception of reality.
Then translated by my brain from the vague perception of reality into a painting.
No words yet.
A painting of what is to be, of what should be, of what already is somewhere...
Translated by my hands into words.
No editing required, only spelling errors should be lifted.
It takes me five minutes.
It takes me ten minutes.
After half an hour I've filled a page or more. Done, finished, no editing required.
That, to me, is the meaning of life. The very essence of why I live.
I am the conduit for what should be into the world that is.
I am a malfunctioning conduit.
And now you can ask yourself a question:
Was this bog an answer to the title/question...
or
Is the title/question the closing line of this blog...?
You tell me.
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To Communicate Prt. 2
Date: 12/2/05 at 8:35AM (1w15h ago)
Modified: 12/2/05 at 8:36AM (1w15h ago)
After this extended downtime, I even more strongly believe that:
COMMUNICATION IS OVERRATED
Why do I bother?
Date: 12/9/05 at 11:36PM
When I write, it comes straight from my soul.
No....
When I write, it comes from beyond...
Pure instinctive writing,
my heart, my soul, my very being is merely the receiver of something.
Vague pictures appear before my minds eye, a picture painted by my heart, as inspired by something divine.
Translated from the divine into a vague perception of reality.
Then translated by my brain from the vague perception of reality into a painting.
No words yet.
A painting of what is to be, of what should be, of what already is somewhere...
Translated by my hands into words.
No editing required, only spelling errors should be lifted.
It takes me five minutes.
It takes me ten minutes.
After half an hour I've filled a page or more. Done, finished, no editing required.
That, to me, is the meaning of life. The very essence of why I live.
I am the conduit for what should be into the world that is.
I am a malfunctioning conduit.
And now you can ask yourself a question:
Was this bog an answer to the title/question...
or
Is the title/question the closing line of this blog...?
You tell me.
====================
To Communicate Prt. 2
Date: 12/2/05 at 8:35AM (1w15h ago)
Modified: 12/2/05 at 8:36AM (1w15h ago)
After this extended downtime, I even more strongly believe that:
COMMUNICATION IS OVERRATED
It's the pacing mate.... PACING!!!
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