I No Other

<p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Rimbaud said I is an other. Not long after that he was selling GUNS. Contra Rimbaud </span><em style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I No Other</em><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> admits only I. In the hallowed tradition of the avant-garde these stories unseat tradition. You may call them absurd surreal irreal experimental transgressive dark playful or even just funny... but DON'T call them Other!</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)><em>Ten offbeat Narrations & Exaltations for your delectation:</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-a flâneur of consciousness exploring his native city</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-a not-guilty conscience endlessly revising the crime it can't remember</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-the Holy Assumption of a rogue sexbot</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-a man and his golem usurping Death</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-a timid college girl coming out of her shell to expropriate the Godhead</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>-and more!</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I No Other</em><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> is a cerebral defibrillator you forgot had been implanted until it routinely-and unexpectedly-shocks you back to life. They may hurt at times dear reader the jolts of these agitations but it is a vital hurt. With a cast of narrators on the brink of discovery in all its forms </span><em style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>I No Other</em><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> collects Yarrow Paisley's most exquisite absurdist interludes.</span></p><p></p>