Let’s face it nobody can read. Nobody likes one another in a truly revelatory way whereby humanity could truly not be fucked in the sphinctre! But shit, we get up in the morning and there are flickers of insanity that make sense. A song on the radio, or shitty Spotify…

Da main reason it’d be crap. It’s been forty-five movies in only two blinks of my farting eyes, I think occasionally and therefore… I believe. I feel bombarded! I am a proud hated filled critic of the mediocrity glittering below. The sharks are swimming and I’m ready to be tucked…

So you’re addicted to pornography? Who isn’t. It’s a great place to relax, comment about tits and squirting and whatever other nonsenses entertains you on rainy says or sleep-in mornings. So you’re a real sad fucker, a lonely vagabond, sitting wistfully a the window of no hope, rejection plays in…

When you sing When you sing beauty are the words Shunning static parallel lives, Pure, chastened spirit thrives Fragile fertility loose are the seas Caught in the whirl of ancient melodies Beauty in bed, beauty in the performance Beauty in the everyday, beauty clothed and dormant Secretly, softly quietly hum…

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures. …

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D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures. …

Our school had a pedophile D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. …