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New Years RoundupThis has been a very unusual year for me. A lot of stuff has been happening, yet at the same time it’s almost like nothing’s happened at all. Remember last year how I took a 6-7 month break from making art because my health was declining? It should probably be pointed out that that sort of thing isn’t cured easily, and even now going into 2014 I’m still struggling with the side effects. You can’t just snap your fingers and have your health magically cured, and over the course of 2013 if I’ve ever seemed aloof or “out of it” there’s very medical reasons why.
The worse part about my health is that it’s sort of drained me of energy to work on anything. It can sometimes take me weeks to get even simple SYAC strips out the door, let alone bigger more detailed works. Days and weeks seem to fly by at times too. There’s been a lot of roadblocks in my way lately and getting through them has been quite challenging. This is the sor
Other M, Kickstarter, and Frozen Vs TangledOther M Drama
Hey everyone, just wanted to say sorry for starting up more Other M drama. It still fascinates me how just mentioning the name of the game causes so many people to get so angry. I guess I thought maybe the hatred for it had died down, but I was wrong. So sorry to any of my fans who might’ve been caught up in any frustrating debates or flame wars as a result. That’s my bad, I’ll try to not let it happen again
A fan of my work asked if I would promote this so here it goes. The page is in spanish, but thanks to google translate y’all can read about it here!
Or if you read spanish here’s the non-translated page: http://fondeadora.mx/projects/vetealaversh
Check it out, if it looks like something you’d be interested in
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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