Vlad. Xi. Kim. Don. Mo; and Art. Five presidents and a single department store, store-greeter; these are the unlikely authors of MAYDAYS.

MAYDAYS chronicles the days since Don descended — as if — from Heaven. And today, Thursday, marks the 1525th, such day.

Today’s the 1525th such day. Vlad. Xi. Kim. Don. Mo; and Art. Four presidents, a Crown Prince and a single (divorced), store-greeter; the unlikely

authors of an unlikely, collaboration; verses linked into epic poetry, chronicling nonfiction, fictionally.

MAYDAYS: Verse linked into epic poetry. An algorithm fashioned into panaceas for Pangaea. To present to mankind Art’s art; to lessen

pandemonium coming from the opening of Pandora’s box. Presenting a new, genre; and it’s interactive, fictional, nonfiction.

MAYDAYS: Couplet verse linked into, epic, poetry. A long-ass, algorithm; panaceas, for Pangaea. To re-present to mankind, a magical, reality.

Presenting a new, genre, allegorical. Because it’s interactive; it’s fictional; and it’s, nonfictional, seemingly.

MAYDAYS: A call to visionaries. From Art and Vlad’s Cabal. Featuring Twitter Diplomacy; to confess crimes; to not do time and be given

even more trust. Prayers, in verse. Linked into, epic poetry. In a long-ass, algorithm, panaceas, for Pangaea, are given.

MAYDAYS: A call to visionaries. From Arthur. And also from Vlad’s Cabal. Featuring Twitter Diplomacy; to confess crimes, not do time and be,

trusted. Prayers, in verse. Linked into epic poetry. A long-ass algorithm; panaceas for Pangaea; to be or not to be?