The end of 2008. A ragtag group set out towards the towering (400m :’D) mountain peak.
Wild winds rushed through the massive pass, with tiny ice crystal legions demanding their war tribute from their skin. The bare forest groaned with death, cracking loudly as the celestial herd thundered across the sky, their blue-glowing hooves shining. But they simply trudged on in silence, marching in line through the storm, sacrificing their cells to the altar of the mini-war's stormy hell...
Hours passed, and suddenly, everything went quiet. Several of them fell ahead, their tired bodies succumbing to a fleeting moment of Stockholm syndrome due to the wind's direction. They no longer had the strength to say anything; they just looked at each other and laughed. Then strange noises and some smoke began to come from a nearby bush. The laughter quickly turned to suspicion. Everyone's gaze snapped to the odd phenomenon. I turned on my headlamp, and to my great surprise, a pair of green glowing eyes stared back at me. I didn’t want to cause a panic, so I slowly approached the bush to get a better look, or to convince myself of my sanity. Or the opposite. I pushed aside the branches of the bush, and the light revealed the owner of the sleepy gaze.
A little mountain goblin or something. Terribly ugly, the poor thing. Moss grew on its shoulders and joints, its skin cracked from dirt. It had some kind of smoking stick in its mouth, with a glowing ember at the tip, keeping it in a stupor. I waved at it, touched it, nudged it, but all in vain. It didn’t react to anything, only keeping its awkward eyes focused on the exothermic process happening at the end of its stick. What could go wrong if I took it from it? I asked myself, fully aware that something bad would happen, but I had to get some reaction from it. Then it looked me straight in the eyes and slowly flashed a psychotic grin, showing its yellow, disordered, sharp little teeth. The others screamed in hysteria, taking advantage of gravity for a quicker escape, and I was left alone with the little beast...
Yeah. So I threw on my backpack, smacked it on the head with an acacia stick, and took it home.
I locked it in the basement. I tried to wash it, but it was hopeless. Plus, it started emitting such a smell from the water that I can’t even describe it. Or maybe I can. It’s like a vomit-and-feces-filled cesspit in the middle of a dump. Anyway, the point is, I fed it dog food for a while, but that made it go wild, and it started biting my calf, and it’s not free, so I chained it up so it couldn’t get near the door when I went in. I didn’t have the heart to kill it because it’s such a pitiful little thing, so I thought I’d let it starve to death. Unfortunately, that didn’t work either. For some reason, the bugs are attracted to it, and it’s perfectly full from them.
I watched its behavior for a while, but it wasn’t very insightful.
It woke up at 3 in the morning,
immediately made 3 hits.At 6, it easily fell back asleep,
at 10, it played its trump card 10 times.At 1, it was snoozing again,
so at 4, it cried 16 times.Finally, it reached 7,
and it drove its right hand into the post 19 times.At 8, the jerking machine finally went to sleep,
from 3 in the morning, it was back to slapping its nuts blue.
(it's a poem in Hungarian)
One time, really drunk, I went down to kick it, but I fell. A magic paper fell out of the pouch, which I didn’t notice. The next day, I realized that the calendar I had given it earlier was torn to pieces, and all the pages were smeared with shit. I went back in to kick it, but before I did, I spread out the pages on the floor, hoping that if it pooped, it wouldn’t get on the floor. And that’s when I noticed the insane patterns the little forest creature had drawn with its own shit. So I gave it a pencil and paper.
So what is MyDarkMind'sArt? If we’re being totally honest, it’s probably a little stinky creature from another universe, trying to make a living off its captivity and magic paper business. But thankfully, we don’t need to be that honest, so let’s just drop it.
What we are being honest about, however, is that this, guys, is a unique merch shop, so unique that you won’t find similar patterns anywhere in the universe. These aren’t AI-generated designs made in a second, but instead, an intelligent being, only barely deserving the title, worked hours or days on its strange, delirious visions. I don’t have random patterns from the internet here because I’m so impressed by this little forest creature’s work that I think it deserves its own brand. By the way, screw your society for wanting to fill the void in its heart with objects, thereby ruining this beautiful yellow globe that I, a goblin, get to raise. So, anyway... I put these designs on the highest quality 100% cotton t-shirts and other items made of as much cotton as possible because I’ll stink in synthetic materials due to my fat.
Order a lot, and when the first 1,000,000 orders are reached, I’ll buy dog food with 0.0000000000001% of my profit for the little creature.
Thanks, bye.