I am sitting, crooked like I own the place, wanting to write to readers I haven’t met on a site I have barely just created in a tone I have yet to giveth birth tooth.  I got a little jibberish with the “th” and for this I apologize.  Hunger has a part in my decision to tap “tooth” where it did not belong.  You will learn that my life is really just one big apology and for that I am sorry.  I am also very sorry that I use commas so much.  Would you mind if I just stopped doing so?  I really don’t care very much how you choose to pause or inflect when you ding the ringer of your hear voice while tongue-reading my posts and extracting meaning.  I mean, what it means is for you to discern.  Discerning is a very private matter and I really do like where our relationship is going, so please don’t get mad at me so early in our Diophantine rendezvous.  Perhaps my mind has once again done that thing with the litter lying around in the moment.  The mind I speak of seems to enjoy becoming acquainted with said refuse.  But as we all know, the greatest goodies come from the baddest of the yuck.  We don’t look for heroes in the upper crust of the cake.  If we do we find the usual copycats, posers and thieves.  I am not one to be “chillin'” (as the white kids say these days.  I’m Pantagonian so I can say that) with such non-iconoclasts.  I like the riff and always find a home in the fatty part of the raff.  But I digress.  Quickly I wanted to tell you…

I feel like I am situated somewhere between the Tropic of Cancer, the Tropic of Capricorn, and The lower Hudson Valley.  Thank you for joining me.  Why are you reading this?

Sorry.

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