Whatever brought you here, consider fate possibility.
I need help. You arrived here. I wrote so real people can experience the magic of unfolding in story.
Link my words to them.
Reader, you and I are connected by less than six-degrees. My words could be for you or your acquaintance.
Now, the magic of unfolding won’t work if known, in advance, who the words are addressed to or who authored it. That flash happens while reading. And I do tell. ID coded. Part of the magic. Trust me. The story I tell is real Untouched.
By definition, non-fiction.
Read it. You might discover us.
I you don’t read, fine. RETWEET. Support cosmic delivery. #birdshit if you need. If you huff, “tweet it yourself”, how foolish. I can’t tweet.
I’m analog. X. “Wire-Cut.”
(IYKYK)
Go ahead. Look it up.
Help my words home. Please.
No Real Balance 