The Tramp of my town

also… Knowing thy self

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!!!

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A vagabond with the farfetched

already accomplished

woke up every morning

With

Without

erection and only moves and moved alone

attune to the winds caresses

in a whimsy of a feat of the only true deity

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He was the towns millionaire

Fucked it all off

Gave it all up for… happiness?

walked our streets

talking to nobody

pulling along his possessions

in an old ladies polka-dot shopping trolley

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