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Poem bomb

Poem bomb

woe betide the man who dreams,
Woe betide the  dreamers,
Nothing good comes from hope,
Its the falsest of all things,
Redemptions a lie,
Accept your fate,
A death you won’t remember,
becalm your quivering spirit
Embrace your damnation,
Woe betide the dreaming man,
The path he walks is hollow,
Woe betide the fools that follow,
Lingering pain is their fortune,
Despair is their only boon.

Gorky and Izz: THE PREVIEWINING!

Gorky and Izz: THE PREVIEWINING!

Jon has finished work on the first part of G&I:ATTM . You can find it here:

http://www.jonschwochert.com/comic.html

Needless to say I’m happy with it. I also had a fab meeting with Leah Moore of Electricomics. It was all top secret stuff about where they see the future of the platform and the art form. I’m not at liberty to discuss much more than that but then again I have big mouth. It’s part of the reason I no longer practice law (Client confidentiality and all that).

I think I’m going to move forward with a film project. Please let me know what you think of the comic.

 

 

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 3

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 3

His ears started thumping, blood pumped through his body faster and faster as his heart raced and pulse quickened. His heart could not keep pace and began skipping beats. The palpitations began and he began hyperventilating.

Then the white noise hit his ears, he snorted sharply through his nose, closed his eyes and ordered his brain to order his body to stop acting like he was still a hormonal prepubescent. His hear slowed and his breathing relaxed. The tightness in his chest was released. All that was left was the awful nausea. His stomach felt awful he had, what some moronic half-wit phrase-maker, would call butterflies in his stomach in addition to his light headed feeling.

“What was that?” he thought. Why does it happen every single time. He was so disappointed in himself.  That sort of physical reaction to emotional stimuli was, he was certain, not very manly. A manly man’s heart   should only race in the midst of battle or some other sort strenuous physical activity like playing football or dance dance revolution.

He shouted into space “It can’t go on like this. I’m miserable. I can’t focus.  Oh no, oh no here it comes again”. He dropped to his knees. Nauseous and exhausted he wanted to die.

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 2

BLACK AND BLUE BOOK 2

THE COWARD

His ears started thumping, blood pumped through his body faster and faster as his heart raced and pulse quickened. His heart could not keep pace and began skipping beats. The palpitations began and he began hyperventilating.

Then the white noise hit his ears, he snorted sharply through his nose, closed his eyes and ordered his brain to order his body to stop acting like he was still a hormonal prepubescent. His hear slowed and his breathing relaxed. The tightness in his chest was released. All that was left was the awful nausea. His stomach felt awful he had, what some moronic half-wit phrase-maker, would call butterflies in his stomach in addition to his light headed feeling.

“What was that?” he thought. Why does it happen every single time. He was so disappointed in himself.  That sort of physical reaction to emotional stimuli was, he was certain, not very manly. A manly man’s heart   should only race in the midst of battle or some other sort strenuous physical activity like playing football or dance dance revolution.

He shouted into space “It can’t go on like this. I’m miserable. I can’t focus.  Oh no, oh no here it comes again”. He dropped to his knees. Nauseous and exhausted he wanted to die.