MAYDAY 1334: WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2019: Says Art today: Just as in Helsinki, as usual, there appears to be more going on, under
the tables in Hanoi, than usual. As Art leaks, by tweeting this. In twists of irony, Art’s blackmailing … the blackmailers.
MAYDAY 1334: WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2019: Says Arthur today, what may play, tomorrow. Comes a 3rd summit, maybe, ending
the Korean, Conflict. But, as in Helsinki, as usual, there’s a lot going on under the table, never intended for, any, public, viewing.
Dualities. Matter. Anti-matter. Light. Darkness. Good. Evil. Truth. And on misguided, Urantia, ubiquitous, lies.
And ironic. On convening sessions at the U.N. No confidence, motions. But it’s not, happening. A truth … sardonic.
Masters of the universe (not), universally, ruling. For, evolutionary, are ye. Not crowning creations, but rather, developing, beings. Urantia’s perennial
lying, acts like a brake. Against, further evolving. To make of man, a footnote in annals, universal.
Calling on all critics of the sovereignty, paradigm. Fanatics, of brotherhood. But brotherhood, not, internecine. Not limited, to tribes of men,
Jewish, Christian and Muslim. But brotherhood, rather, everywhere, on the planet and between, all men.
Peace and prosperity. And brotherhood between all men. Everywhere, on the planet. Mark, Art’s words. Kim and Don are needy,
of Nobels. Like nobles, nobility, need. Nothing but nothing is impossible, for two men, in love, so deeply.
Peace and prosperity. And brotherhood between all men. Everywhere on the planet. Mark, Art’s words. Kim and Don need, Nobels. Like nobles, nobility,
need. Nothing is impossible for two men so deeply in love and needing to stay out of jail … indefinitely.
Kim and Don need Nobels. Like nobles, nobility, need. After loving The Don, Kim can never love another. The Don, in turn says that Kim is his first, truly,
true love. Nothing is impossible for two men deeply in love and needing to avoid jail, indefinitely.
To avoid jail, indefinitely. And to be true, to one another, The Kim and The Don, need their Nobels. They need them like nobles, their nobilities,
need. But nobility takes a back seat to expediency when prison’s, in issue. Like for the lovers, Kimmy … and Donny.
For passes from indefinite detention, The Kim and The Don, need, their Nobels. To avoid jail-time. And, oh yeah, be true … to one another. Noble
blessings bestowed, the Russian Vladimir and the Chinese Xi are rigging, the 2018, Peace Prize, Nobel.
Rigging is a strong word. Skewing, perhaps, being the better word to characterize the nature of the Russian and Chinese interventions, in Nobel,
affairs. Interventions impacting upon an Academy’s December presentation of 2018’s, noble, Peace Prize, Nobel.
Know ye then this, all ye gullible, Urantians. As usual, there’s a lot going on, under the table. Things said, never intended to become, of public. Art
pens today, what may play, tomorrow. Come a 3rd summit, ended may be, a Korean Conflict. So sayeth, Art.
In is in surreal twists of irony that The Almighty as if speaks to His wayward Urantian children. It is in these ironies, that wisdom is in plain sight, hidden.
He speaks to us, still. Between the lines of what written on walls. Of the human rights of men.
Read between the lines of what’s been, throughout history, written on walls. There’s where one may were one may metaphysically
commune, theoretically, if all are in the same place cybernetically with all one’s brothers. Eight billion of them … surreally.
Share this modern day, epic, poem. Surreally, the fate of the planet really depends on your sharing the GOAT’s, ghostwritten, epic, poem.