I am sitting to write this article on behalf of my sincere appreciation for any person whom would consider themself a reader, or a fan.  I suppose that is the wonderful thing about sharing one’s works.  There arrives a bond, between the reader and the writer.

I have many things currently before me, as a human.  If anyone has read most of my articles, you know very well that I am currently homeless.  I have a lap-top computer, and Wi-fi at the downtown library is free.   I am attempting to break into the world as a writer.  I do not fear to hold a job which pays wages, although it is not realistic for a person like me.  I am educated to a point… that point which would make most college teachers chant the word ad nausea, as they vomit forgotten memories and rejoice in the morning sickness.

Further, whether I am ugly or beautiful… is not my judgement.  I simply notice that people around me tend to think that I am beautiful.  That, is both a blessing and a curse.  Public jobs are very difficult for me.  I get crank calls, attempts to seduce me or to flatter me.  I get lewd comments, publicly.  Quite frankly, I get kicked out of coffee clubs based on my having to handle the situational flirtation around me.  I am a twenty-nine year old virgin, and Mary boasts using beauty.

As if that is not enough, I am an adrenaline addict. I served seven years is Texas prison.  In my final two years I did not lose one fight, and had the most fights on my unit; and I’m white.  Life is not normal to me.  The sound of cars sounds like… panzer tanks…and my adrenaline gets started all over again.  Helicopters flying by?  My heart gets flooded with that deep, satisfying rush of adrenaline.  People who talk aggressively, but are not fighters (I am not talking bad about them, I am simply saying)… they don’t understand what that puts a fighter through.  I cannot interpret anything except the face of death, it is the only thing that I know.

So, I write.  I am attempting to publish a book, so that I can retreat to my estate… have quiet, create masterworks, and die in peace.  The book “Reflexion, Everlasting Valentime,” has seen what I believe to be its last revision.  Further, the Feminist manifesto is in a stage which is approaching final.  I could not be any more satisfied.  It is so good, and the subject matter is so genuine… the only thing that I desire is more time to articulate the essence…. even when it has already been articulated entirely.