@HeadUNDRR: Pleased to meet ye, Ms Mizutori. A visionary, at the UN, warning that the pace of climate crisis disasters, is quickening. And she says,
“This is not about the future, this is about today.” Vlad’s Cabal, now, sees; that they must act, right away.
@HeadUNDRR @Agnes Callamard: Pleased to meet ye both. Verily, the pace of climate crisis disasters and maritime disasters is quickening. Truly,
this is not about the future. This is about today. Vladimir’s Cabal, now, see. they must indeed, act, immediately.
My name is Art. Along with Vlad, Xi, Kim, Don and Mohammad, I am the unknown one among the well known, other, co-authors. We are co-authors
of an algorithm to save us. Epically, in poem. Of futures, trashed. Lest we unify; becoming, of destiny, its author.
Become of your destinies, authors. MAYDAYS’ co-authors are indeed (only seemingly incredibly, it seems), the co-authors of a poetic algorithm to save
man as a species. In penance it trashes its authors. Truth, for healing, Reconciliation; to mankind … save.
To save Urantia and save mankind; humble pie, for its leaders. The Cabal, in lunar soirées with Art, have seen horrible, futures, alternative. Alternatively,
only some few, pacific. They’ve got to confess crimes, to get immunity from their crimes, legally.
To save Urantia and save mankind, humble pie for its leaders. The Cabal, in lunar soirée with Art, have seen horrible, futures; alternatively, horrific;
and pacific. They now know; they’ve got to confess crimes to get immunity, from their crimes, horrific.
Having seen futures alternative and knowing that under the effect of Vladimir’s mutated Don-toxin and Mohammad’s spell, Don’s gone rogue,
The Cabal agree to confess crimes. To get immunity. When oil won’t mix with water. When everyone’s, done, gone, rogue.