Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
Pearls before pigs’ man, like I know, fishing deep in the offal for offering.
diving isn’t deep anymore.
And neither are the divers.
There’s nothing worth seeing down there.
Get your finger out of our arseholes.
And we’ll get ours out of yours.
It’s our fault. You said.
take responsibility.
will it ever happen.
we get punched in the stomach so often, it no longer has the same impact,
There is only so far down to travel.
Before we start coming back. Â
that’s when we’re dangerous.
We’re getting dangerous.
flag us. we’re a potential problem.
you can do with a pen, what we can barely dream of.
your meaning is tied up in this shit.
when you’re swimming around in your own offal.
At least you know it belongs to you. mostly.
words by meÂ
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