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Psycho Romantics - Rose Blanc III

   Rose Blanc - Poem Collection III Psycho Romantics <>~~<>~~<> Actually by: Zeerdank <>~~<>~~<> Fawning love, what a dear blossom of affectivities; and so easily celebrated too. Indeed who may deny the mystery of the hearts, the shuddering excitations, and the stolen kisses… Oh passion just might taketh thee at its thought! Yet tip the line too far to then find lunacy to be bought… Forgive the rhyme, I dost mean it true, that couldst a heart be unchained, then psychosity is all there’d beeth. Obsession is a rather fine word for it I think— And I think I know that dullard regularly enough these days. Yet, such a mind made it that I mayst stand sided with a great romance known only to heroes o’ old; and indeed that I am sided to— A sweetest of princes, my held rose. - Rose Blanc <>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<> I -  Hope Lost and Manic Unendurable pains, then… To coddled by swathings o’ light! Do

the up of date (quick update on things and some other stuff)

Update, up the date, up of date...      Hallo, things are extremely slow right now; I'm feeling quite so lazy, more than usual. Next long post will probably be about Persona 4 or Castlevania Dawn of Sorrow (I recently bought the Dominus collection >w<) so look forward to those... Speaking of that, I do not know when they will be posted, again, I am very slow to work right now. Anyway,       Recently I have been playing the, as mentioned above, Castlevania Dominus collection, a quick taste of my thoughts on it: I like it, but Dawn of Sorrow dragged a bit; I am currently playing through Portrait of Ruin and it's amazing so far; and I am most looking forward to playing Order of Ecclesia. My history of the series begins with a passing interest and watching a playthrough of Symphony, then I did a deep dive of reading and watching of other stuff about the series, fell in love with Richter Belmont. All that before  the show came out. BOY! The show made me into a veritable fanboy

Woke as a "criticism"

Long story short, it isn't one.      A tale as old as time, really. It often feels like a self-report to me at this point when someone seriously uses 'woke' as a criticism. Like making actual critical points on a narrative or what-have-you become impossible and they have to use the buzzwords instead.      Look, I will say, if you seriously think that 'woke' is valid criticism for anything, then I want you to define it to me without using the words diversity, social justice, modernity, or modern audience, because neither of those words are inherently bad for anything.      What pray tell, is wrong about wanting social justice? That noone is allowed to disrespect others at a hateful degree? And what too is erroneous on diversity? Is your view on the world simply that closed off and small? That even a game set in modern day may not have diversity that is true to life? Moreover, it is one thing to write events that never happened and pass them off as historical, but it

But I’ll Never See That Light Again.

But I’ll Never See That Light Again. The ??? of ???, ??? - City of ???, ??? England “You are not man, not of us. Damn us eternally should we vest you, pray on you, that you would go to heaven. Begone. That is kindness enough… Perhaps more than, for a pretender.” Spoke the Bishop, whom I know– knew as Father Byford. Even as I close my eyes, the words present themselves like I have studied them time and again. Tormenting all that I am or wished to be. Those heartless words that I cannot help but mull obsessively over… The drops come cold, much too cold, in taking stand out here, exposing myself to the world’s tears. Foreign enough that feeling is, so it drives conviction that truly I am left ungifted. Say it is not fault of I that His spirit abandons and instead my father’s, then worse should it be, my ignorance of who he is! Yet, it cannot be lost that my existence forbids all grace, for whether my intention to wound or otherwise, blood stays spilled. I sin taking all breaths, that aliv

Writing saved my life.

'I have hope because I can write it.'      These string of words, whomever quoted them or if they were quoted at all, resonate with me. I am a very, extremely directionless person, but I have hope because I can write it. Of course, it, in this case, is prose and poetry, known to me, as my passion in life. One could say, I have cause to live within both these things.      I remember a time back whence I was simply he who played video games, and make no mistake I still do play, it is just that now, writing has entered my life... I know right? Great changes. But I digress, I do recall being fit to simply live to play and die whenever so. I'd say life was but a fleeting dream then, there was only concern as to whether fun was being had or the opposite.      These thoughts, fulminating, holding grasp upon the young mind, gave rise to a great distress later on. What is it that I wish to do? Am I simply content to this lot in my life? Wherefor would all this experience of mechanic