I think that small press publishing is the lifeblood of the genre. If we were to lose all of the small presses, which I don’t think we’re going to do, but if we were to do that I don’t think the genre would survive indefinitely.
“Went to shoot, I’m like, “What that gonna do?
That bullet’s for you, trust, you don’t want to see her face”
The monsters ate
I’m a hyena, so it’s nothing to wait
Played the back, log in the fire crack
Shadows dance about the cave
They gave the shadows names
Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains, beg for change“
billy woods | “bedtime”