Day 3: Backers 0; $ 0 What, me worry? Tis best not to worry at all in nonfiction;
not too ever, worry. Rather … meditate … in nonfiction.
A thin veneer of civilization masks, a savage beast, lurking, in nonfiction,
within the heart of every homo sapiens, man, or, woman.
History and prophesy mitigate against plurality saving us from, in nonfiction,
this tragi-comic morality play. For He’s Author, of creation.
What needs to be read by everyone on the planet cannot be, as literature, in nonfiction,
bottled up and bobbing, in twitter stream’s twitterfiction.
What needs to be read by every man and woman on the planet, has been, in nonfiction
read but by, Arthur Everman, author … of the algorithm.
Day 3: Backers 0; $ 0 Nor aught one worry if in an end, in some surreal nonfiction,
zeros abound. For I’m acting … on His direction.
Meditate and ponder: What might actually (possibly) happen in nonfiction if we
earth-bound ever wave to Space-Lab-Men … metaphysically?