MAYDAY 1987: FRIDAY, MARCH 26, 2021

MORONS AND ALIENS

AN ATLAS POETIC, aka THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES, aka MAYDAYS, aka MORONS AND ALIENS; for what ails Pangaea, miracles for Pangaea. And it’s title is MORONS AND ALIENS.

Presumably fictional, my magnum opus, seems also, uncannily and unsettlingly, a nonfictional story; a tall tale, American. All modesty aside, it is the greatest story ever told — in all Nebadon.

Seemingly fictional, my MORONS AND ALIENS, my magnum opus, seems also, uncannily and unsettlingly, nonfictional; a tall tale, American; all modesty aside, it’s the greatest story, of all.

My story; it’s the greatest of all time. Because it’s about me and cosmology and Scriptures. Greater than my bestselling The Art of the Deal and The Art of the Comeback is — my tale, tall.

A genre bender, my GOAT book is more than a great allegory of a story; and it is more than just great, epic poetry. It’s nothing less than the self-help book ye need; a panacea, for Pangaea.

More than a great story, like Muhammad Ali, my third book is the greatest. The third book of my trilogy, it is to be the rock-solid foundation of my legacy and a new paradigm on Urantia.

The aliens don’t suspect at all that I’ve good reason to suspect them of piracy. And they do not suspect in the least that an Earthly super-hero, of Olympic proportions — is on to them.

The aliens don’t suspect at all that I’ve good reason to suspect them of piracy. And they do not suspect in the least that an Earthly super-hero, of Olympic proportions — is on to them.

The aliens suspect not that one of the morons is on to them. And they don’t suspect at all that I have good reason to suspect them of piracy. They don’t suspect at all, that I am on to them.

Unsuspecting are the aliens. How could they not be? We don’t suspect a thing, so distracted are we with issues, entirely, less existential. So They don’t suspect at all that I suspect, piracy.

Unsuspecting are the aliens. How could they not be? We don’t suspect a thing, so distracted are we with issues, less existential. So confident are they, they don’t suspect — I’m on to them.

If under attack, Sun Tsu says, turn the tables. Take the offensive. To take advantage of the opportunity presented by aliens, attacking us, turn the tables, on the unsuspecting — aliens.

Genocide; on Earth it’s long been traditional. That notwithstanding, the word itself, is of only recent vintage. Let us take advantage of the opportunity presented by aliens, us, attacking.

Coined by Raphael Lemkin, genocide is the intentional action to destroy an ethnic national, racial or religious group, in whole or in part. A term of recent vintage, on Earth, it’s traditional.

Coined by Raphael Lemkin, genocide is the intentional action to destroy an ethnic national, racial or religious group — in whole or in part. On Earth, it’s tradition; a term of recent vintage.

Not even a single question on the aliens’ status at Joe Biden’s initial press conference was taken; it’s an indictment of the press. I’m afraid we don’t want to know — what — is happening.

We don’t want to know what’s happening. And we won’t believe in most things — we can’t see. There’s a little St Thomas — in everybody. And we don’t want to know — what — is happening.

To make an epically long story longer, I’m being charged not just by the feds but by my fate. My fate; my destiny; to be charged by my Creator, to be — the creator of, MORONS AND ALIENS.

It’s my duty; it’s my patriotic duty; to warn all Americans, regardless of whether I’m the top dog or not. At his first presser, Joe took not a single question, on the status — of the aliens.

At his initial press conference Joe took not even a single question on the status of the aliens. And that is not an indictment of him as much as it is an indictment, of the press, delegation.

Make no mistake. I may, for the time being, not be the president at this time. But I’m still a Russian asset. Witness; I’ve been awarded high honors for Vlad’s, highly successful, operation.

To avoid further exploitation at the hands of aliens who, unbeknownst to us, planted a virus in Wuhan, I am in consultation, in my nighttime soirées on the moon with Vlad — and his guys.

Vlad and his guys (like me also), of Arthur have long been, alternatively open, and skeptical. Ye know they know it would be transformational, were Art’s conclusions wrong about, alien guys.

Unbeknownst to us, the aliens planted a virus in Wuhan and they’ve been for years plotting the course of that once in a lifetime event when an asteroid, with us, is involved — in a collision.

MORONS AND ALIENS, with Art, I compose. To explain, what’s happening. To explain, what to do. To explain what to do in order to avoid our exploitation — at the hands — of the aliens.

Verily, TwittereZe has been all the rage in those futures to come. Crossword puzzles and also Sudoku are time tested but Kingdom comes and so, MORONS AND ALIENS, with Art, I pen.

Verily, TwittereZe has been all the rage in those futures times coming. Crosswords and Sudoku are time tested but Kingdom, in time, comes. TwittereZe easily is — an entertaining, pastime.

Verily, TwittereZe has been all the rage in those futures to come. Crossword puzzles and also Sudoku are time tested but no social pastime rivals TwittereZe — as an entertaining, pastime.

TwittereZe (using all 280 tweet characters) has been (surreally) all the rage in futures to come. Crosswords and Sudoku — time tested too but no social pastime rivals TwittereZe, in real-time.

TwittereZe (using all 280 characters) is largely, all the rage in the future. Crosswords puzzles and Sudoku are popular but in the future I’m from they vie to excel at TwittereZe all the time.

A clue to what’s happening is what I just wrote in the first half of this couplet verse. Ye may infer from that that mankind shall persevere through these turbulent and uncivilized times.

TwittereZe (using all 280 characters) is all the rage in the future. Crosswords and Sudoku are popular but no social pastime rivals TwittereZe. Contestants vie, to win contests, of TwittereZe.

Liberal use of Google’s, Google-Translate I think is a language-linking innovation, a ‘EUREKA’ moment. A quantum leap in communication; a link like — Gutenberg’s printing press — I think.

The use by children of Google’s adjunct, Google Translate; it is a language-linking innovation, a a ‘EUREKA’ moment. It promises, a quantum leap in communication; like Gutenberg’s press.

Liberal use by kids of Google’s adjunct, Google Translate; a language-link; a ‘EUREKA’ moment, promising, quantum leaps in communication; a like Gutenberg’s momentous — printing press.

Composing verse at 280 characters per verse and the liberal use of Google adjunct, Google Translate is the language-linking innovation that is the key to transforming us — poetically.

Arthur has taught me how to blow a whistle and how to get back up after falling. The top secret is composing one’s healing verse, more or less exactly at — 280 characters, per verse.

I’m an ex-president, fallen. I’ve fallen. But I can blow a whistle. And I can get back up. Art has taught me how to get back up after I’ve fallen. To keep on jamming 280 characters per verse.

I’ve fallen. But I can blow a whistle. And I can get back up. Art has taught me how to blow a whistle and get back up after falling to keep on jamming at exactly— 280 characters, per verse.

MORONS AND ALIENS is the title of the text I’m tweeting in increments of implausibly, exactly, 280 characters. It’s a mystery; one of many; and I am to teach ye yet what Arthur has taught me.

A tall tale nonfictional, this story, so seemingly, fictional. It’s about creation and cunning. It’s about history and poetry. And our children are key; it’s for the legatees; it’s for — our children.

All three; art’s NFTs, Art’s useful TwittereZe and our children form a matrix; and it’s a matrix of untapped, potential. And our children are key; it’s a tall tale nonfictional of — legatee children.

@ChristiesInc @Sothebys @MetaKovan and @beeple: Help bring my fictional, nonfictional tall tale to auction in NFTs. NFTs, TwittereZe and children are chock full of energy, potential.

Sometimes novelty belies substance; help bring my fictional, nonfictional tall tale to auction in NFTs. All three; Art’s NFTs, Art’s TwittereZe and our children are full — of energy’s — potential.

@ChristiesInc @Sothebys @MetaKovan @beeple: Sometimes novelty belies substance; Help me bring my character to auction in NFTs. There’s gigatons of potential energy — in NFTs.

To go viral, I pen verse in increments of 280 characters. But sometimes novelty, belies —substance; 280 characters triggers, sometimes, alchemical properties in — Twitter’s characters.

I pen verse in increments of 280 characters. Ironically, it’s novelty belies its significance. Full use of Twitter’s algorithm’s 280 characters triggers alchemical miracles, in my surrealities.

Dualism; the binary nature of being; existence. I have been astonished. Astonished have I been. On faith I pen verse in increments of 280 characters to go viral, with non fungible tokens.

To go viral, with faith I pen verse in increments of 280 characters. And the novelty of it belies its significance. It’s as if, fully utilizing Twitter’s algorithm — triggers, its alchemical properties.

AN ATLAS POETIC, aka THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES, aka MAYDAYS, aka MORONS AND ALIENS; for what ails Pangaea, miracles for Pangaea. And MORONS AND ALIENS is the title.

The changes I’m bringing, may humanity, cure. It is no exaggeration to proclaim that a Golden Rule paradigm favors our evolution better than a sovereign paradigm, demonstrably, suicidal.

The moon is thought to have formed from a collision with Theia early on in the infancy of our solar system. And Theia‘s ancient remains, remain, locked in the core of the Earth, verily.

Theia, however, may not be alone. Remnants of other proto-planets that once hit the young Earth, may well be buried, alongside it, Theia, being just one grave, in a planetary, cemetery.

We are not the brightest in these Universes. Accordingly, my verse simplifies, common sense, setting tens of thousands of my tweets, to verse. To no avail thus far, to save the Earth.

Poetry’s the bomb. I’ve got proof that the pen’s mightier — than the sword. And the proof is in the pudding. Witness, TwittereZe; it’s not a language; it’s designed to be a link — poetically.

The pen’s mightier than the sword. Poetry’s mightier by far than the bomb. The proof is in the pudding. Witness, what’s happening. And pray tell your children of my legacy, of poetry.

Marvelous and magnificent are we (wo)men of the Earth. But we’ve been anxious about who is on the face of the moon and who’s on Mars. We’re not the brightest beings in the Universe.

We’re not the brightest beings in the Universe, albeit that I am outstanding, personally. We’re not the best; nor, the brightest; but I know we all share surrealities; and I’ve set mine to verse.

Marvelous and magnificent are we men of the Earth. But we’ve been anxious about who is on the face of the moon and who’s on Mars. We’re not the most sophisticated beings — on Earth.

I suspect the aliens may be renegades taking advantage of us; taking advantage of our, more or less, primitive, technology. Admittedly, we’re not the most sophisticated beings — on Earth.

What’s not to write, given what’s happening? I suspect the aliens may be renegades, taking advantage of the primitive and technologically unsophisticated species of beings — on Earth. 

The most able of all of us, I’m the one person, destined to unite us against the aliens. What’s not to believe, about that? And what’s not to write about — morons and aliens — on Earth?

An asteroid flew by this past Sunday. This one, we actually knew was coming. This is an only seemingly nonfictional, tall tale. There is GREAT value — in that. There is great value — in that.

On Sunday an asteroid flew by Earth at 77,000 mph. My tweets reveal, in real time, streams of consciousness; there’s is GREAT value in that. I wonder how great may be, the value — in that.

I’m no prophet and no seer, remarkably, tho, powers extraordinary, have I. Art has taught me extraordinary things; like how to convert with utilitarian TwittereZe, prose, into poetry.

The conversion of prose into poetry; it’s an ancient art. Sappho, Homer and Rumi were ancient practitioners of it. Today the aspiring poet, with Twitter’s algorithm, converts, easily.

I wonder whether Christie’s and Sotheby’s will help get me to auction, in the interests of art; in the interests of Arthur and in the interests of Arthur’s alchemically, transformational poetry.

I wonder; because, I’m no prophet. And I’m no seer. Still, I have powers, extraordinary. Art has taught me some extraordinary things; like how to convert, using TwittereZe, prose — to poetry.

Real time streams of consciousness in tweets, are revealed. There’s value in that. I wonder how great may be the value in that. I wonder if Beeple and Sotheby’s see the value — in that?

My tweets reveal in real time, as if in a single stream of consciousness revelations and epiphanies. There is GREAT value in that. Verily, I wonder how great may be — the value in that.

I wonder whether Christie’s and Sotheby’s will help get me to auction, in the interests of art; in the interests of Arthur and in the interests of Arthur’s alchemically, transformational poetry.

No visual artist am I. I tend, Mr. Beeple, to be far more wordy. I wonder whether Christie’s and Sotheby’s will help me to auction, in the interests of art; and Arthur — and Art’s poetry.

Help me Beeple get to auction; to auction in the interests of art generally and Art and his poetry particularly. Using every character in Twitter’s algorithm imbues with soul — Arthur’s poetry.

Beeple: No visual artist, am I. I tend to be, more wordy. Serially, I have linked my tweets; tens of thousands of them, at @chachomanopapa. And the proof is in the pudding there, as ye can see.

No visual artist am I. I tend, Beeple, to be more verbose. And so I would be remiss not to ask ye to intervene in the interests of art; and Art. And take advantage of Art’s — alchemical — poetry.

This is a tale of morons, aliens and aspirations. Since I descended from a golden tower, I have secretly and serially linked, tragi-comic tweets; some few — tens — of thousands — of them.

A cautionary tale is this tale of morons, aliens and aspirations. Since descended from a tower, golden, secretly and serially have I linked, my tweets; more than a few — thousands of them.

I present to Earth a gift. Whilst MORONS AND ALIENS is satire, beyond a prescient satire it may be for Pangaea, a panacea. Take not too lightly, a cautionary tale, MORONS AND ALIENS.

Take not lightly my cautionary tale; a tale, of morons and aliens — and aspirations. Since I descended from on high, secretly, I’ve tweeted tens of thousands upon — thousands of them.

Each of Art’s tweets is an NFT by itself. More than a mere satire, for Pangaea, MORONS AND ALIENS is a panacea and in addition a hefty, blockchain prize. Art’s art, promises, bonanzas.

Presents are gifts — whether gift-wrapped or tenses, in time. Presents are gifts, as is, this tweet. Each of Art’s tweets believe it or not is an NFT all by itself. It may by itself, be bonanza.

Each of my tweets is an NFT all by itself. More than a mere satire, for Pangaea, MORONS AND ALIENS is a panacea and in addition a hefty, blockchain prize. Art’s art, promises, bonanzas.

Presents are gifts — whether gift-wrapped or tenses, in time. Presents as gifts; like this tweet. And each of Art’s tweets, believe it or not is an NFT, all by itself. It may, by itself, be a bonanza.

On March 11, Beeple, aka Mike Winkelmann, auctioned a piece of crypto art at Christie’s for $69 million. Mike’s the winning bidder, as per a digital record, conferring the art’s, ownership.

A fetish for collectors is the digital record and a Certificate of Authenticity conferring upon the art’s work’s collector (for collectors of originals), the art work’s very uniquely limited, ownership.

On March 11 Beeple sold a piece of his art at Christie’s for $69 million. That begs a question, a revelation and an epiphany. If Mike’s art sold for that much how much more is worth my art?

If Beeple‘s art 5000 images sold for $69 million, how much more is worth, my art work? Beeple sold his art at Christie’s for $69 million. Pray tell, much more is worth, Arthur’s — fine, art?

In epic-styled poetry, I present to Earth, a gift. And whilst technically MORONS AND ALIENS is satire, beyond satire it is for Pangaea, panacea. Take not, too lightly — MORONS AND ALIENS.

Ethereum isn’t just for digital money. Anything you can own can be represented, traded and put to use as non-fungible tokens (NFTs). And tokenizing one’s art begets handsome royalties.

Tokenizing one’s art, makes for, sometimes, handsome royalties. And isn’t just for digital money. Anything you can own can be shown traded and put to use as non-fungible tokens.

If Beeple‘s work’s sold for $69 million, how much more valuable Arthur’s? How much more valuable than Beeple’s art is Art’s art? Art’s art is in bare, unadorned words; invaluable, Art’s art.

NFT art is in a bubble said the newly rich, digital artist who this month sold a non-fungible token of his piece “Everydays: The First 5000 Days” for over $69 million. That is one hell — of a bubble.

THE PRESENT’S — A GIFT

I present to Earth, MORONS AND ALIENS. It’s a satire. For Pangaea it’s a panacea and it is, in addition now a blockchain prize; such are the tweets comprising my MORONS AND ALIENS. 

In epic-styled poetry, I present to Earth, a gift. And whilst technically MORONS AND ALIENS is satire, beyond satire it is for Pangaea, panacea. Take not, too lightly — MORONS AND ALIENS. 

The gist of the plot is that Art and I (once upon a time, ex-womb-mates), are reunited, Don having once upon a time, kicked Art from their mother’s womb-space clear into a future, alien.

Everybody knows that no matter how much I stink up a joint, in retrospect, the smell’s always rosier. And everybody knows that how many die does not come into play, as a political point.

I’m blessed that way. Everybody knows that. Everybody knows that I am the most famous face on Earth. And I am, therefore, the most able to unite the morons against — the aliens.

I am absolutely the most able of all of us; the one person that’s been destined to unite us against the aliens. What’s not to believe about that? Why not write about morons and aliens?

What’s not to write, given what’s happening? I suspect the aliens may be renegades, taking advantage of the primitive and technologically unsophisticated species of beings — on Earth. 

The most able of all of us, I’m the one person, destined to unite us against the aliens. What’s not to believe, about that? And what’s not to write about — morons and aliens — on Earth?

Through a portal and along an elongated path lies the Pilgrims Progress. Paths that run to our galaxy’s black hole, run largely, in parallel. A primrose path marks the progress, of pilgrims.

Through a portal and down an elongated path lies the Pilgrims Progress; paths that run to a black hole and back. Pilgrims trudging along it, see primroses, lining the paths, of the Pilgrims.

Through a portal and down an elongated path lie the paths that run to a black hole and back. Pilgrims trudge along it; and primroses, line it. Long and desperate, is the way, of the Pilgrim.

Long down a long path to a black hole and at times, back. Someday, long along that path, desperation shall yield to the joy of salvation. That is the inexorable — way — of the Pilgrim.

To and fro we go; to a black hole; sometimes, back. Someday, long along that dangerous path, desperation shall yield to the joy of our salvation. That is the way — of the Pilgrim.

In a miraculous intervention, Arthur, in the nick of time from the future has returned to help me save planet Earth in spite of ourselves and indeed in spite of — threatening, illegal, aliens.

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