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Descent Into Madness Vol.1
by Art by Austin Hoshman
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I admire the starving artist. Here we see the sanity in mad men. A body consumed in a flourishing mind. Sleep has become optional, food a waste of time. It’s been days now since I’ve seen the inside of my eyelids for more than an instant. I can’t remember the last time ate. My intestines must think they are out of a job. They watch as my stomach grows its own set of teeth. My thoughts and passions have begun to overwhelm me. Sometimes I forget to breathe. There is conscious thought now behind every heartbeat. Were there not, my organs would forget their functions, and I would cease to be.

Smoke break. It’s time to make more coffee. Malnourished I sweat. You can almost smell the caffeine and tobacco seeping from my pores. I’ve not been good to my body. Even the food I consume hardly passes for food. What neglect I’ve shown my physical form stranded in my day dreams. I guess I’m just sick of the scenery. This sad collection of toxic thoughts and warped..

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Created on: Mar-26-2017   Published on: Mar-26-2017
Format: 5.5"x8.5" - Hardcover w/Glossy Laminate - B&W - Trade Book
Theme: Open Theme    Sales Term:  Everyone
Preview Limit: 96 Pages
 
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I admire the starving artist. Here we see the sanity in mad men. A body consumed in a flourishing mind. Sleep has become optional, food a waste of time. It’s been days now since I’ve seen the inside of my eyelids for more than an instant. I can’t remember the last time ate. My intestines must think they are out of a job. They watch as my stomach grows its own set of teeth. My thoughts and passions have begun to overwhelm me. Sometimes I forget to breathe. There is conscious thought now behind every heartbeat. Were there not, my organs would forget their functions, and I would cease to be.

Smoke break. It’s time to make more coffee. Malnourished I sweat. You can almost smell the caffeine and tobacco seeping from my pores. I’ve not been good to my body. Even the food I consume hardly passes for food. What neglect I’ve shown my physical form stranded in my day dreams. I guess I’m just sick of the scenery. This sad collection of toxic thoughts and warped..