Introducing Myself

The no-self of this I is a nexus point with no beginning or no ending it is where my introduction starts. Some say that I am the essences of circular thought, but the singularity “I” of critical thought would surly tear me apart. I am waiting to be reincarnated again like the newsiest invention to start the latest dance craze. A person of style; not fashion or dress but mode of rhythms & words; rhythms leads me to dialogue where my wrong words come out with sweet corrections put in place by the use of …, -, & semicolons(;) all keep me safe. Norman Mailer, Charles Bukowski and Henry Miller have all mooched off of me. Let’s all meet again in this same time in this same space.

I am a stealer of ideas; but only the good ones.