Verily, in Puerto Rican back-water eddies of the often treacherously tranquil Twitter-Stream, Arthur’s been inundated, by a flood of dreams.
Why Puerto Rico? Why Arthur? Notwithstanding its sheer implausibility, Arthur’s been reasoning that it has to do with his Spanish roots; Jewish, Muslim and Christian.
Art knows too little about too many things; his own geneological tree is but one of them. However, he knows of the flux that for centuries, Spaniards have been living in.
The happenstance of Arthur’s being born in Puerto Rico raises, for him, intriguing questions. Who were his forbears and of what faith(s)? And, was it faith that drove them … or fortune?
Or perhaps, as is often the case, both. After all, Arthur’s introspections have revealed to him that both, faith and fortune … are driving him.
Faith and fortune, and indeed, the freedom to pursue them; these are often, of dreams, foundations. Too few are realized; too many are by others, actively demeaned.
To wit, as Bo visits S. Africa and Nelson clings to this life-dream, yet another dreamer, Oscar Lopez Rivera, is in his 33rd year of captivity, as an American, political prisoner.
In back-water edddies, the most voluminous river on Earth, the sedate-sounding Twitter Stream
overran its banks, pouring onto fertile ground, the raw material, of dreams.
In Twitter’s #twitterfiction, in a mysterious formula of one hundred forty characters, an author found epigrams, aphorisms, alchemy and real-lit, also known as, reality-literature.
In Twitter’s #twitterfiction, in tweets Art found, Dickinsonian epigram; back then, Zeitgeist’s Zen was borne of Renaissance and Reformation.
In Twitter’s #twitterfiction, in tweets Art found, Nietzschean aphorism; back then, Zeitgeist’s Zen was borne of not evolution, but devolution.
In Twitter’s #twitterfiction, in tweets Art found, both epigram and aphorism, both now, often, denominated as tweets. Names varied; their essence didn’t; all are pithy statements.
In Twitter’s #twitterfiction, in tweets Art found, collections of pithy statements, were stories expectant. He dreamed of writing an epic, nonfictional, history.
In back-water eddies of Twitter Streams Arthur found, in a flood of tweets (#twitterfiction-ally), the stuff, of dreams. They flooded the fallow fields of his mind. He soaked it up; nonfictionally.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan (of dreams born), is on tweeting nonfictionally, via #twitterfiction, to nations.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan on tweeting da nations nonfictionally via #twitterfiction, is surreally, unfolding itself, upon.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan on tweeting da nations
nonfictionally via #twitterfiction’s authored visionarily by (wo)men, of action.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan on tweeting da nations nonfictionally via #twitterfiction’s authored by da discoverors of an alchemy, hidden.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan on tweeting da nations nonfictionally via #twitterfiction’s authored by one who’ into a real-lit gig, gettin’.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand; grander still’s dat dis plan on tweeting da nations nonfictionally via #twitterfiction ‘s in honor of Ovid and Emily, written.
ON TWEETING as modus operandi: Grand! And grander still dat dis plan on tweeting da nations via #twitterfiction’s in honor too, of Oscar, Edward and Nelson.
Da dreams duly sown (in fields, fallow), Art and his Crew wrote somethin’ pithy and useful #twitterfiction-ally … Dey’d ne’er starve … if da pithy … were useful.
Da odds? Astronomical; albeit slim and none summed da objective nonfictional odds, a course and #twitterfiction headings were set … Da heading … due north.
Da chances? Equally astronomical, given albeit too dat mankind (da idiot savant), has penchant and proclivity in nonfictional #twitterfiction, for inefficient development.
Dat better mouse traps had ere been built and great books had ever ere been written in nonfictional #twitterfiction left him stirred … but not shaken.
For it’s been Arthur’s overriding confidence in Da Him of whom hymns are sung dat’s given Arthur, in #twitterfiction, strength to heal humanity, albeit not himself (in nonfiction).
OR BOTH. A (wo)man’s #twitterfictional) writin’ changes dem, just as time, change, authors. Arthur’s well better than he once was, before when Arthur, became author.
BOTH ARE THE GOAL, da Holy Grail, to da (#twitterfictional) healing power of Art, doctors and educators. Too few others know. Yet others are keepin’ Kim’s Plan … under cover.
@NelsonMandela: Good reason #1 to follow Arthur in @chachomanopapa’s #twitterfiction; everybody fits on Mt. King’s peak, in nonfiction.
@NelsonMandela: Good reason #2 to follow Arthur in @chachomanopapa’s #twitterfiction. Tutu-Mandela T and R Commissions inspired Arthur’s actions.
@NelsonMandela: Good reason #3 to follow Arthur in @chachomanopapa’s #twitterfiction. You’re certifiably nuts if … you don’t (in nonfiction).
@NelsonMandela: Yer certifiably insane if you read these 140 characters and don’t become wannabe-uber-mensch, in surreal … #twitterfiction.
In yer case Mr. Mandela, ye certainly are uber-mensch material. Until one follows Art tho, one isn’t certifiably … sane (in #twitterfiction).
In dis next to last tweet of 1 PAGE: #32, 7 tweets are bundled, in #twitterfiction-al, alchemical secret, into a real-time display, of reality-literature, nonfictional.
@NelsonMandela: Da risk is not in not havin”CERTIFIED SANE’ on resume. Da risk is indeed not remotely re homo-sapiens’ resumes; risk is in not pluralizin’ dis #twitterfiction-not.
In homage to an oh so misunderstood Friedrich Nietzsche: Aphorisms duly in turn pay homage to @NelsonMandela, in surreal, #twitterfiction-homage.
Blendin’ elements of da prose (for reporting-like story-tellin’), wid da more tangibly grippin’ poetry (for beautifully epic, storytellin’), in #twitterfiction.
Homage to Freddy and der uber-mensch uber alles, @NelsonMandela. Aptly: requisitioned out, ‘Zarathustra’ to WW-I Ger. troops in #twitterfiction-not.
Homage to Freddy, @NelsonMandela and ubers everywhere (da wannabes of nonfictional, reality-literature) surreally, #twitterfiction-al.
Get well soon der uber-mensch @NelsonMandela. Arthur, @chachomanopapa, may yet in #twitterfiction-al time, hug you, in nonfiction.
Consider @NelsonMandela following Art in surreal tragi-comic spectacle, wherein wannabes know not what they are, #twitterfiction-ally.
@NelsonMandela: A follow from you; pumpin’ up volume of wannabes to numbers surpassin’, not just Justin but da venerable Yao Chen in dis #twitterfiction.