Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
you never see it coming, but you expect it none the same.
it comes in slowly, to its own fame.
& yet we never mention it by name.
it rips your heart out, up through your soul, as you choke trying to pull it out of your throat.
and you expect it again the next day, but it hits you by surprise.
it always does.
and you smile through it. what the fuck else can you do.
they expect you give them the dignity of at least doing that for them.
if you want to keep what little you have.
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words, photography, and noise, all by me.
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