Much is at stake. It is not about you. It is not about me. It’s about us; and whether … nonfiction … may be stranger … than any fiction.

An unknown quantity even to his friends and family, Art intertwines tweets, a blog
and a book to a planet’s denizens in the densest of fogs.

Government is not necessarily bad, but it is necessary. Rather, it’s its implementation by fallible men that makes it undeniably, untenable.

Poetry melding Ovid’s and Emily’s poems to men about inexorable change. Ergo, six visionaries
ask … Of what good … is nationality?

“To be … or not to be ….” So wrote the great Willy. It is way past time that we took a page
from that book, and made it conviction … sage.

Take a cue from events to unfold at Sochi. Criminal minds are often amongst the most
reasonable. Black widow spiders … bite … their hosts.

It’s past time for Global Truth and Reconciliation. Whether you think we can, or might
think we can’t … you’re quite right!

Of what good nationality? Of what good artifices marked by invisible lines around
brightly colored flags? What good is, blood-soaked ground?

Of what good, good will toward men and interlocked Olympic rings when action
and inaction belie and indeed … make a mockery … of them?

Of what good technology? A failure to plan is a plan to fail. Understand;
we are failing; for a house divided against itself … cannot stand.

Woe unto ye, ye silly earthlings; ye whom pay lip service to sacred trusts will end up paying
the piper … notwithstanding … your praying.

George said it best; he who does not learn from history is doomed to repeat it.
Since it has not sunk in yet, surely, we’ll be repeating it.

Yea woe unto ye, ye silly earthling nationals; for even when the black widow injects
her venom into the bear … even then … ye won’t reflect.

Collectively we’ve a tendency to believe, “That won’t happen to me.” … For Almighty God’s sake
… WAKE THE FUCK UP! Too much … is at stake.

“Thanks for … your idea for #TwitterFiction … 2014. Sadly … your fiction
did not make the cut for the official showcase.” [in non-fiction]

For a second straight year, Art and his inter-galactic cohorts may be ‘also-rans’, participating,
but not featured, in storytelling.

That notwithstanding that the story they’re telling … in the tradition of Ovid and the tradition
of Emily begs telling … albeit, nonfiction.

Tweet-sized warnings to the nations highlight the implausibility of a fatally
flawed world order, one dominated by treaties, and entreaties.

The six Buzz, the fly, Kong, the ape, Lou, the lemming, Job, the chupacabra and Abe,
the sheep join Arthur in dreams … to humanity, save.

Faced with the virtual impossibility of saving mankind from himself they write as a team,
linking together, tweet, blog and book, in dreams.

Poetry melding Ovid’s and Emily’s; letters to Earth re inexorable change. Ergo, six visionaries
question: Of what good … nationality?

This tweet and the six that follow are tweet and blog-log-sized bullets (140 X 7) in a quest
from war via Twitter’s … #twitterfictionfest.

Five inter-galactic fans of poets Ovid and Emily aid an oh-too-human Arthur A. Everman
write non-fictionally, by bizarrely surreal, fiction.

Faced with the virtual impossibility of saving mankind from himself they write as a team,
linking together, book, blog and tweet, in dreams.

Poetry melding Ovid’s and Emily’s; letters to a planet about inexorable change. Ergo, visionaries
question: Of what good is … nationality?

Tweet-sized warnings to the nations highlight the utter unsustainability of a fatally
flawed world order, as in, the following two tweeties:

President Vladimir Putin: Once, 1/6 of the land mass of the planet proudly
flew Russian colors; in Sochi they yet fly, albeit, less proudly.

For how can an old bear feel as proud as it did once upon a time; before it came to fear
a black widow spider? Paralyzing is … such fear.

This and six that follow are chachomanopapa@wordpress.com’s nonfictional preview
of posts in the Festival of Twitter Fiction … II.

Therein, the six authors of the Wine and Cheese Miracles opine on the human condition,
and predicament, in #twitterfictional … nonfiction.

The six; Buzz, the fly, Kong, the ape, Lou, the lemming, Job, the chupacabra and Abe,
the sheep join Arthur in dreams, to humanity … save.

Save Art, each being was googled by the Force to help Arthur write a groundbreaking work,
to enable a less than able homo sapiens … to work.

Why 7 tweets? It’s because 7 X 140 = 980 and 980 characters, on a single page, easily fits;
it’s because nothing that’s too long, can do it.

Why poetically? Perhaps only the Force of the Muslims, Christians and Jews will ever know
for sure how tweets became lifesavers … of foes.

The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy, and in #twitterfiction …
a contradiction … nonfiction … posing as fiction.

Six critters; one, of a pathetic, two-legged variety, opine on the human condition …

and predicament, in nonfictional … #twitterfiction. 

Six souls armed with but a handle are on a ‘mission impossible’ to enable the unable;

a mission for homo sapiens … not at all impossible.   

Six called upon to dreamily write by the nonfictional Force of Muslims, Christians

and Jews; called upon … to tweetingly … paraphrase Him.

Six lovers of Ovid’s insights into change and Emily’s letter to the world take a cue

from them. Their tweets are to say … we all, love you.

Six Bohemians beg: Abnegate nationalities! Exalt humanity! A call to action:

Make real the impossibility of Global Truth and Reconciliation!

Six wrote the manuscript from which these tweets and those of the Twitter Fiction

Festival are drawn. All nations are … addressed therein.

The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy, and in #twitterfiction …

a contradiction … nonfiction …  posing as fiction.