Lord: Art humbly prays Your Holy Spirit infuse him with insight distilled to empower. Co-author Art gets (via Twitter), to Your adopted children … messages … faster.

BLEATING IRONY shall turn to themes in education often. Seems to be that Tweeting irony is a great forum; to start, check out an oddity of only the world’s 2nd … lingua franca.

The richest tongue on the planet (by word count) owes its wealth to poor immigrants, heavy borrowing from foreign tongues … and His timing … fateful and … quirky.

To wit: More English-speaking Chinese than there are Americans. Perhaps, … more Chinese Americans than Americans … know … a twit … from … a tweet.

Tweet & Tweet; both, pretty commonly understood. But twit? Twits are taunts. To twit’s to titter … or to tease … Hmm … Our host … is Twitter … not Tweeter!

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle isn’t the point. The point’s that from up aloft atop Mt. King’s peak … one glimpses … His Kingdom.

“Wassup wid dat shit?” or something akin some’ll mock. Mock not the possibility of what’s really a surreally … must-do-thing … As vehicle … God chose chachomanopapa … surreally.

Almighty: Arthur humbly prays Your Holy Spirit infuse him with insight distilled. … Aid him bring adopted children … messages … sobering.

Ever look for a hat … already on your head? Or glasses … on bridges … just under eyes? … Or otherwise … not clearly observe … what you look for?

Changes in perspective often bring into view what’s unsuccessfully sought for.  Accordingly, whether looking … for hats, keys or souls … don’t ever God overlook, ignorantly.

Life and death, and whether sooner or later, in big pictures are matters, quite disquietingly, belittling. Accordingly, … a Crew has been moved to write … warning sallies.

Writing as Ovid once long ago did, as if “… to sing of shapes turned into new bodies …” of such … has been Art’s vision to reach; of such … his song to teach.

Sometimes we find what we’ve been looking for; the sundry hats … spectacles … purses … keys … and souls … sometimes we don’t … but fret not earthly …

… losses…. Rather, … recognize what’s of utmost importance; …your holy soul is wholly key, … to cribs (heavenly homes) … promised cross-Scripturally … literally.

Almighty Lord: …  Arthur humbly prays Your Holy Spirit infuse him with insight distilled to bring  beloved adopted children … messages … sobering.

Setting of dates certain is elementary to a well-conceived plan. Global Citizenship Day (GCD), accordingly, is aptly scheduled to start kicking ass on 12-21, Friday.

For the cyclic Mayan calendar is many things indeed but one that it is not (ironically), is a dire ‘doomsayer’. It is silent … as to events … to transpire.

Scrip.; … Rick’s tome re purpose … Tony’s on transformative changes ( … incredibly, … in instants) … Mandela’s example … & a coop model augur … we act akin.

Heed what Art says, folks. … Read … what he’s written. … Act accordingly. … The Almighty, … The  Merciful (willing), we can do this. … He’s counting on thee.

Of all of the things proposed in Wannabes, … absolutely the easiest to achieve would be for us to ‘wave’ to our spacemen as they fly by … and them … ‘wave’ to us.

The best part is you don’t need the nations to organize such an event for you.  … They will not. … “Not in the national best interests ya know.” Not.

Almighty: Arthur humbly prays Your Holy Spirit infuse him with insight. Distill it so that he brings to His adopted children … messages … awakening.

Hear me y’all extremely silly earthlings. Madness, that of plain people and nations alike … zoos of peoples … and His mysteries crossing ages … are clues.

What if we ask from atop Mt. King’s peak, … “What if? … “What if, when we ask such a landmark question … we’re viewing brothers aloft, … alit in the dark.

So, as if to kill not two, but three birds in flight with but one stone implausibly, around several odd letters to movers and shakers, … a personal, …

… versified appeal to all of mankind, and humor, the Crew wove a tapestry, real and surreal; … a tale, … meant to startle.

Meant to startle … but mind you, positively; all may agree shedding light on matters generally, is much to be desired, … but it surreally …

… depends on your perspective. … Beacons’ beams beckon like few things, … but glaringly … blinding spotlights, … discomfit, … the alit … duly.

Art prays anew to Almighty Me to bestow My Holy imprimatur upon poetic ReTweetings of Words to you over the ages. I so do. Yet they’ll say: … “You lie … ReTweeting”!

That fringe elements dictate rules of engagement (and disengagement), holding us captively in their thrall, … is stark testament to … the pickle you’re in.

Three self-fulfilling prophesies augur that we might opt for prescient planning over anarchy. … Wannabes … also asks … “What if?” … (repeatedly).

Ditch this defunct ‘we vs. them’ paradigm. Co-opt for sappy,Three Musketeer things. Fear  not change … for the positive. His paradigm you must embrace … not fear.

Putting smart devices in everyones’ hands would do far more than limit zealots and marginalize anarchists … to a few stray … vagabond hands.

Your newly acquired ability to measures of My ubiquity’s been remarkable. Abused repeatedly, however, privilege is … as you presumably know … revocable  … permanently!

That Wannabes be co-written by 6 Sauls to Pauls is imprimatur; God chipped in with 7 blogs and the 11 verses (that started it all) is imprimatur too. Praise God!

Art begs that Almighty Me clue you further as to what to further do. My imprimatur is: Art’s view brings … light touches to … My ageless Word … to you.

For these six poets, …  both … majestic and trivial ironies are stock in trade of stout convictions. Ironies indeed are … sublime clues to  … My compositions.

Seriousness has drawbacks and humor, advantages. But colorful characters and exacting verse make for … an entertaining last call … in verse.

Hereby summoned are all. Meet atop the apex of Mount King’s lofty peak daily. Why there? Not meeting at the UN in NY? … On its peak, … we’ll fit; … in NY, … not.

Excite! Not just undergrad students (tomorrow’s teachers); excite present movers and shakers … across the board from academia to the pulpit. … Move quickly … Liquor’s quicker.

Not just the Professors of academia; … businessmen, across the board clergy, politicians, parents; … even in arts; …  it’s not PC to stake positions.

Six poets (Ovid’s to them hero), for eight, long, short years, toasted Me. The dreams We omen you are … as if Tweets to … My adopted children.

Art begged Almighty Me: “Lord, please bestow Your imprimatur upon these my Tweets … blogs and book of ReTweets of Your Words.” ” It is done,” sayeth Me, God. A precisely written set of …

… 7 Tweets-turned-to-blog follow. Arthur Everman shall follow accordingly until he expires thereafter. The 1st 7 taken together are model for his following blogs of 980 CHARACTERS.

7 tightly-worded, allegorical blog logs aid all to write more spartanly and to live, more wholly, holy. Arthur’s experience of 7 days with 980 CHARACTERS? Crazy!

140 x 7 = 980. Maximum length, succinctly-worded Tweets, morph extremely well into a shorter, more concise blog totalling, precisely … 980 characters.

That’s important because readers of every ilk, more and more, read less and less They tend generally, not to read at all, any piece that takes too long … to ‘The End.’

Almighty Me googled for 6 sexy, alkie-slacker-Bohemian-wannabes in My universes; … dabblers too in verse, to duly serve Me better, … in re-verse!

Use the force Luke (er, … Arthur). … Use 1s … & … 2(s), … & … yes … 3s … too. … Arthur, … ever open-mouthed, … gaped … and … scribbled notes all the faster.

Up ’til 10-7 Arthur’d Tweeted once. … From blue skies surreal Tweeters tweaked Art repeatedly. … A blip, Twitter, exceedingly noteworthy.

Up ’til 10-7, Art’d ne’er blogged. … By 10-31, out of space (foreclosed upon) & out of time … (dying), he’d blogged daily. It is about time.

Up ’til 10-7, … thru nearly 6 decades, … Arthur’d never Tweeted, … much less blogged. … But in those formats, God has for us stored … His blessings.

Bottom-line’s are His! Arthur’s often earthy words are meant to convey the imperative urgency of the moment; a seeming climax to … a surreal reality.

This surreal reality (history) seemingly is gearing up to climactic show-downs; or, just maybe, show-times … if a silk purse from a sow’s ear may be.

To Tweet is sweet (and sour sometimes) indeed. What’s sourest to Art? That is that, relatively few, have Tweeting, reTweeting & blogging … capability.

There’s strength in numbers and minds are terrible things to waste but enough slogans, already. Smart devices for all … a no-brainer, … surreally.

Art beseeches again that Almighty Me bestow a Holy imprimatur upon Arthur’s Tweets, blog, book & coop. … ReTweets of My message, … web logged.

At the heart of The Wine & Cheese Miracles’ (aka Wannabes) are 3 self-fulfilling prophesies. Time’s ticking on 1, 2 & 3. …  It asks, … “2 be, … or … not 2 be?”

2 the 100% (the 99 & the 1): Shall we opt for retrograde anarchy or more wisely choose 2 co-opt 2 & 4 evolutionarily prescient planning? … 2 be or … not.

Wannabes warns that a failure to plan is a plan to fail. At the moment, we have not a foggy clue (UN, u 2), much less a plan. … What’s the plan, … Hu?

We’ve gotta opt for ditching this defunct ‘we vs. them’ paradigm & fast. Co-opt 4 the 1 4 all & all 4 1 paradigm He calls 4. … What’s the plan, Saul?

Strive 2 not fight as per Sun-Tsu & Clausewitz. If u fight, utterly destroy. Leave enemies nothing 4 which 2 die 4. … Nothing.   

Fringe elements dictate sundry rules of engagement. Put a smart device in everyones’ hands and marginalize & limit anarchists … 2 a few stray hands.