On writing a stream of consciousness; when, “what’s happening,” is not, just … one thing, but, inconceivably … many. On writing a stream of consciousness, in a ball of confusion.
On connections invisible, between people, places … and things. And their … happenings. That we can’t see them and can not otherwise appreciate them affects not … happenings.
Ask especially the Teflon, Don. For apt was Ronny’s, “trust but verify.” Let’s find out why every investigation, teflon, seems so attractive … to. Trust but verify. Let’s find out, why?
Trust, but verify, as mantra honors, looking backwards’ going forward. Trust, but verify. Gotta, trust, “trust … but, verify.” cc: @uriminzok @potus In Kim we trust, if we … verify.
Imagine too, an alternative, destiny: Kim is feeling trapped; out of time, with few options. Ditto … Don. War seems certain, absent a military coup, an assassination … or revolution.
On twitter, poetry, alchemy, empathy, and presidents. On connections, invisible, between them. People, places, things. And happenings. Senses fail. Art’s asking, What’s it mean?
KIM-DON POLLS
“Tweet to the wise (wo)men (the wise guys), of Urantia. And copy Arthur’s two, twitter-account-bearing, exceedingly presidential, and heavy hitting, timber bearing … brothers,
to poll ye as to pressing issues having arisen from Arthur’s tweets in answer to brothers’ answers, to one another, and Urantians, internationally. Two invite ye to opine a-twitter.
As if, a Godsend, Heaven, sent. For Arthur’s brothers Kim and Don have assured Arthur, this very evening, in soiree; in the morrow, the two shall, historically, tweet one another.
Upon their departures to Pyongyang and Washington, The Watcher, Penemue, to Arthur, asked, “Do ye know when and why two cave?” He replied, “Not when. Why is … Twitter.”
“No one knows when. And while whys may be many, one reasons, one of them’s Twitter. Between them Twitter-Diplomacy’s their first born baby. The new-born Plan’s, in danger.
And the morrow came. And the morrow went. And so history today, is not … happening. What is happening, is, Liar’s Poker. Only those who shamelessly lie … end up … winning.
“May a lie be a good thing if it belies, another lie, larger,” asks Arthur, of Urantia (Earth)? We; Kim and Don and Art agree on Art’s fictional plan to save from itself Urantian, earth.
LUNA’S LUNATICS
Three soiree, nightly, on Luna. Three, lunatic, brothers. Two brothers, presidential, and a friendly, neighborhood, store, greeter. The view is great and so is the wine, cheese and
philosophy, on, highlands. Don deigns not to acknowledge a brother, not of his druthers, much less, bond him with his GOP, band and his, Trump (nee, Drumpf), brand …. Never!
The philosophy’s grand, on Luna’s highlands. And, grand, too, are wine and cheese, from France, and California. Arthur is stricken, by the irony in Kim and Don’s refusal, to even,
acknowledge their prodigal brother, much less bond, with their bands, and their brands. And then, he’s stricken again by a joyous realization. For, it’s the day after, the Day of, an
Epiphany and that momentous occasion Art would commemorate with a riddle from Art and a joint proclamation (a draft, Kim and Don say) in favor of the Kim-Don Plan, by Art,
written, upon behest of The Watcher Penemue, in the name of Presidents, Kim and Don. Art’s pleased to riddle, “When do, one and one, make three, my brothers, Kim and Don?
And to proclaim (what is yet in draft, Kim and Don say), “FELLOW, URANTIANS: Arthur, Kim and Don do, Urantians, riddle in reply, “Is a lie a good thing, if it belies a lie, larger?”
LUNAR COLLUSION
Men like these two characters, should never become leader, of any nation. Trust in them verily, is very mistaken. And Arthur should know. He has been meeting with them (Kim
and Don) in secret lunar back-channel communications. Three soiree nightly on a moon. On its light side. It’s from Luna, where ye may best contemplate fate. It’s from the moon.
There is strength, in numbers. More on that, later. For now, suffice it to say that Arthur, can make, from 280 characters, not one … but two couplets (4 lines), of poetry, on twitter.
Art’s just a greeter. A mere babe next to his younger brothers, Kim and Don. But Arthur, like babes, brings out the best in men. In brothers and sisters. In fathers and … mothers.
Art greets, professionally: Imagine Kim (@uriminzok) thousands, nay, millions, of tweets from us. Tweet: “Honorable Kim: Greetings, upon New Year’s, from US.” Greet by tweet.
Tweet to them (Don @potus too), greetings, tweeted. No talk of any issues, substantively. Just greetings. If ye tweet, treated at long last may be a long, self mistreated … humanity.
On Presidents Kim and Don. And, believe, it or not, on making … Urantia … great … again. Sure, it’s implausible but believe Art and not, Kim and Don at this stage of Act III … again.
MORONS AND ALIENS 