My death shall be a funeral tango of delight!

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.

It truly is an honour to be read, feel free to share comment and tell me how much you hate my writing!

really tear it apart!!!

The old man had always found beauty in everything…

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My death shall be a funeral tango of delight

where the entrants shall revel in fading daylight

Eat be merry and fuck on the floor

celebrate a life-lived and nothing more

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But if, in life, I offered you only distain

then please, my petty do refrain

from showing up and revealing a face

that floods of zirconium tears could ever replace