Dharmadischarge: The goblincore craft-bunker.

Shadows blessed: the darkness defines her,

shapes her, creates a moment. Aesthetics

like cream in coffee that has been stirred.

The loss of self control as prophetic...

difficult language that seems absurd.

difficulty that has it's owns stakes,

difficulty removed and replaced.

The difficult choice ends a mistake.

Difficulty's been blessed with that grace.

So what do we do with it? I am trapped.

I'm trying to think of anything but taboos,

my heart and desires have been kidnapped.

but need encouragement till they break thru.

I can't be free of my tunnel vision,

the hopeless dishonest repetition.

A random reminder that is out of context.

“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew

So he caught the master of the swamp That he may pay the debt of the past Most children avoid the chain chomp While his spirit has a hollow laugh

So that he may find his northern star A gentle heart against a diatribe As where he may go? Nothing's to far. Not the end if the sea or the sky

For fellowship or friendship are truth That may be expressed subjectively Rock, paper, scissors, fair or confused As ripples that reflect as they flee

It's our nature to pursue the profound Seek and we'll find, pursue or be found

A random reminder that is out of context.

“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew

The mystic destroys the void that will rise like letters drowning in what they say I felt the dark and yet said goodbye afraid this is confused when they pray

“the worst fear does godly embrace shame foretold in ancient times with proximity to the word divine like a bringing pulse that in the shadows confused timidity

does boil our pains and so curse our soul with love obtaining clarity that's framed To know our place without being told involuntary hell so they seem to complain

The maze, the trickster... information lost... and resurrected the wound on the cross.”

A random reminder that is out of context.

“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew

Keshi figures: aka Keshigomu.

Is a collectible mini-figure, mono-color and unarticulated.

several definitions from across the web of certain concepts on my mind and these are mostly for context in this discussion.

“wabi-sabi (侘寂) is a worldview centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.”

“Goblincore: is an internet aesthetic and subculture inspired by the folklore of goblins, centered on the celebration of natural ecosystems usually considered less beautiful by conventional norms, such as soil, animals, and second-hand objects.”

Why am I so fascinated by Keshi? They are meticulously sculpted and designed to be what they are... but what they are is a cheap disposable eraser rubber style toy.

They are disposable dreams (if I am going to go full stupid might as well do it at a full run.) Designed to steal the pocket change of children.

It's a flawed creation much like us. that can become a symbol or obsession for those with specific sentimentality and an air of nostalgia.

We are living in the shell of a world that used to have the illusion of being functional. These little figures are fascinating to me because they are thrown away dreams. To me, they are very much a symbol of this fallen creation that we live in.

the little Keshigomu stained and discolored through play prominently placed on a shelf

That was my poor attempt at haiku. There may be one more...

The goblin craft bunker is about the beauty displaced in disposable dreams

Homework (things to look up [for those who are interested]).

1: Neclos Fortress (the BEST mass-produced toy line EVER!) 2: Yuyu Hakusho keshi 3: Bikkuriman kinkeshi 4: Monster hunter Keshi 5: OMFG (Outlandish Mini Figure Guys!)

If anyone has suggestions for Keshi lines I have not listed it would sincerely be appreciated.

Remember always go full goblin mode!

A random reminder that is out of context.

“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew

I spent most of my free money in the 90s on anime and video games (mostly VHS and Sega Genesis games).

By the end of my childhood, I lost my means of financing my hobbies (I was about thirteen) I did not know anyone who would pay me for yard work. So I turned to roms by that point, my world had gotten bigger because of Toonami and my parents buying a six year old computer from my uncle (the same uncle who used to give me my allowance).

I have had those VHS tapes in my closet or cars as I moved around for twenty years.

My mood is a little chaotic right now. trying to think about what exactly I am trying to say.

A poetry interlude:

(The children of media) by drew

Tokusatsu on VHS The tape is worn out I am left behind

Inframan vs Princess Dragon Mom

Kitsch as clarity Word games as meaning Never seen the life I lived Except in reruns

So I wake up at six in the morning and see Goku fighting. I don't know that he is Goku yet This is pre-toonami I don't even know what it is airing on. But I remember being blown away by all of this.

This action comedy Jackie Chan meets Superman battle cartoon really affected me.

I think I am confused and need to think about what I am typing.

here is a poem I wrote years ago. CW on reading further though. This piece was written about a suicidal depression I had and some disturbing stuff around it.

Shonen Weekdays: or a child of rage in the age of cringe.

“It would be meaningless to fight you now, you're too scared and ashamed. Live with the shock. Keep it bottled up inside you. Silently.” – Goku.

I rode the four-wheeler around the twenty-foot circle in my parents back yard. Goku had just defeated Frieza, but Namek was destroyed. The girl I had a crush on was afraid of me. Her older brother cared but in an observant worried sort of way. I had a box with a barbie I had painted blood on. My parents told me I was an idiot for claiming I read gone with the wind (I hadn't). My mother dragged me into the house my wrist cutting on the bricks of the house I reached for screaming for help. My neighbors thought this was normal. But Goku had defeated Frieza. I had drawn women naked in bondage. My parents found out by the house cleaner who went through my stuff without my consent. He told my parents she wouldn't bring her kid with her again. My mother and her friend tried to bless the demons out of me with olive oil. Hand on my forehead, with no warning, I laughed it didn't help. But Goku had defeated Frieza. I tried to kill myself for the first time when I was eleven. I couldn't cut deep enough. My dad made a joke about me being a cutter. I threw up in my sleep. They let me know that wasn't acceptable. All the danger, yet here I am. Goku had defeated Frieza. I had delusion and decided that at one point I would rather daydream than deal with it anymore. I told my parents I believed in Santa Though I hadn't since I had ritually been going through My presents that were stored in the garage With my little brother who got beat for not saying He believed in Santa when we got caught. My sister said, “Those creepy teenagers who still get their photo with Santa,” then gave me a look of disdain and laughed. My dad said, you know Santa doesn't exist? Right?” I tried to act surprised. But Goku had defeated Frieza. I got caught masturbating the lights were on, and I wasn't allowed Curtains or blinds. It was my mom and my little brother baby sitter. I wasn't allowed to have a lock on my door They were talking on the porch. The lights were on them over the railing and into my room. While I heald the door price shut with my back. Goku had defeated Frieza. My grandmother said, “you were never abused, your parents never kept you in a cage, even if they probably had a reason too. I love my mamaw. But Goku had defeated Frieza. I told my therapist all of this. She told me I had experienced childhood-onset schizophrenia. And that what I Remembered wasn't reliable. But. Goku. Had. Defeated. Frieza. No one ever gave me the talk. I learned about the birds and the bees from tentacle hentai. That a family member showed me. I had tried to teach my brothers how to read. After my parents had given up on them. One was in fifth grade. My parents homeschooled us. They had barely finished high school. But Goku defeated Frieza.... This word salad of cringe is the dirty water in my fishbowl. I can't change it, and as far as I am concerned, it is home. I think back to how happy I was riding in a circle. A loop of my Dad watching me have the courage to ride the four-wheeler after I had wrecked it a week earlier. Goku had defeated Frieza. After the wreck, he made fun of how my glasses were too small for my head. My neighbor gave me an adult pare to make me feel better. “Crying won't get you anywhere.” He said I was so happy at what my hero the z fighters had done. But if that younger version of me could see me now. I would quote my favorite Manga and tell him “Never underestimate the malice in the human heart.” I drove in a circle till my hands were numb from the vibrations of the engine. And that moment defined me, irrational faith in hope. Because I knew someone was looking out for me.

A random reminder that is out of context.

“Love and peace, it is that simple and it is that complex.” – Drew