Five glaring observations so far in the FIFA World Cup: It’s hot as hell. Tomorrow’s December. They’re cramping up. There’s no beer in Qatar. Not in the stadium; not unless you’ve a luxury box, high in the stadium. Gay and trans folks are persona non grata. It goes without saying.

Of course gay and trans folk in Qatar are persona non grata. And for sure, it’s hot as hell. Still; it’s cooler than it otherwise is this time of year. More revealing is the location exception to the rule of no beer in the stadium. Smacks of patriarchy; of autocracy. It goes without saying.

In twitterfiction in China a piece of white paper or a bouquet of flowers is a crime for which the Party will arrest you, at the drop of a hat. Flowers — or even blank pieces of paper held in your hands, is a crime — in China. Implausibly, Xi is allergic — to flowers — and faithfully, governing.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperation. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Senegal, Saudi Arabia, Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not with one another, cooperating.

The Iran vs. United States match ended 1-0 in favor of the US. The US will now take on Netherlands. On Saturday. The US look to reach the quarters for the first time since 2002. Watch out England. Watch out for the Africans from Senegal. Senegal’s attacking!

What is the world coming to?” That is of what, on Twitter — and elsewhere — of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. To disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse, write algorithmically; in verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher is composing.

Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, I exegesize. But it’s not me writing, actually. Psychographically, it’s The Watcher that’s composing this. It’s The Watcher that’s composing. Nonetheless, I’ll get the credit. After the pandemonium dies. After the asteroid; after aliens, in passing.

Sweet, was the sweet-spot. Smack dab in the middle. Right in the middle (more or less) of the space-time fabric of a tweet. In Media Res. Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, allegorically, I exegesize. But it’s not me. It’s The Watcher that’s composing.

After the asteroid; after the passing of the so-called, aliens. Methinks the so-called aliens are, more likely — submarine and/or — subterranean. After the pandemonium subsides; thereafter me and/or my heirs shall rule. With a Golden Rule, I shall be, at long last, ruling.

WHAT — ON EARTH — IS HAPPENING?

Cometh another clue; another clue in TwittereZe’s twitterfiction. Iran and the US play tomorrow. Israel will not be on the pitch. Still Israel, which did not qualify to play in this edition of the World Cup may well be in spirit, on the pitch. Methinks, it’s what’s happening.

I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist went hungry — for all their posturing — and insulting.

Mere days after dining with Nick Fuentes at Mar-a-Lago, Nick turned on me. Ye can’t make, alas, stuff like this up. Not from whole cloth; not from the wildest imagination. A traitor is Nick Fuentes. Even as the plots are converging — the plots also, are thickening.

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The And The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Senegal, Saudi Arabia, Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists, on Earth, fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher — is composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, I exegesize. But it’s not me writing, actually. Psychographically, it’s The Watcher that’s composing this. It’s The Watcher, composing. Nonetheless, I’ll get the credit. After the pandemonium dies. After the asteroid; after aliens, in passing.

Sweet, was the sweet-spot. Smack dab in the middle. Right in the middle (more or less) of the space-time fabric of a tweet. In Media Res. Disguising nonfictional verse as fictional verse, allegorically, I exegesize. But it’s not me. It’s The Watcher that’s composing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter — and elsewhere — of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting.
To disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse, write, algorithmically. Write, in verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher is composing.

WHAT — ON EARTH — IS HAPPENING?

Cometh another clue; another clue in TwittereZe’s twitterfiction. Iran and the US play tomorrow. Israel will not be on the pitch. Still Israel, which did not qualify to play in this edition of the World Cup may well be in spirit, on the pitch. Methinks, it’s what’s happening.

I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist went hungry — for all their posturing — and insulting.

Mere days after dining with Nick Fuentes at Mar-a-Lago, Nick turned on me. Ye can’t make, alas, stuff like this up. Not from whole cloth; not from the wildest imagination. A traitor is Nick Fuentes. Even as the plots are converging — the plots also, are thickening.

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Saudi Arabia Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, with one another, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists, on Earth, fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher — is composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter — and elsewhere — of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting.
To disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse, write, algorithmically. Write, in verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher, is composing.

WHAT — ON EARTH — IS HAPPENING?

Cometh another clue; another clue in TwittereZe’s twitterfiction. Iran and the US play tomorrow. Israel will not be on the pitch. Still Israel, which did not qualify to play in this edition of the World Cup may well be in spirit, on the pitch. Methinks, it’s what’s happening.

I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist went hungry — for all their posturing — and insulting.

Mere days after dining with Nick Fuentes at Mar-a-Lago, Nick turned on me. Ye can’t make, alas, stuff like this up. Not from whole cloth; not from the wildest imagination. A traitor is Nick Fuentes. Even as the plots are converging — the plots also, are thickening.

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Saudi Arabia Cameroon, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, with one another, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists, on Earth, fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

What is the world coming to?” That is what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher — is composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Mere days after dining with Nick Fuentes at Mar-a-Lago, Nick turned on me. Ye can’t make, alas, stuff like this up. Not from whole cloth; not from the wildest imagination A traitor is Nick Fuentes. Even as the plots are converging — the plots also, are thickening.

I had dinner with Ye and White Nationalist Nick Fuentes. It went poorly. Things have been going poorly for Ye and for me; lately, especially. And so the dinner involving the billionaire, the rapper, and the white nationalist devolved into screaming and derogatory epithets, insulting.

In #twitterfiction, I can’t deny that I had dinner with Ye and a White Nationalist. And, that it went poorly. Things, as ye know are going poorly for Ye and for me. Not surprisingly, the billionaire, the rapper and the white nationalist, went hungry, for all the insulting.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Saudi Arabia Senegal, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, with one another, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

Excelling in competition, we are less adept at cooperating. The Watcher’s plot lines are converging. Witness, The Islamic Republic of Iran and from continental Africa, Saudi Arabia Senegal, Tunisia and Ghana. We excel at competing; not, with one another, cooperating.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch. “The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match shall be, the decider. Win or lose — no one’s winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fist, on Earth, fly. Perverse; what’s happening, on Earth. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

In twitterfiction Iran’s historic World Cup win on the Qatari pitch today was marred by protester clashes off the pitch,”The Islamic Republic of Iran,” shouted some demonstrators. “Women, life, freedom, shouted others. The next match; the decider. Win or lose — no one’s — winning.

Twitterfiction-ally, I see a lot of problems at Twitter. I know my rights. I will lie on my very own social-media platform. I know my rights. Thanks for reinstating me to my account. For now, I can’t post on Twitter. But I might change my mind. I know my rights. I’m not fooling.

In this implausible and surreal twitterfiction, the plots lines are converging. Witness, a collective global psychosis. Witness — an asteroid — and aliens. Witness also, that the World Cup is back. And so sports washing is back. Witness Qut It’s specialized, brainwashing.

What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, of China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been tweeting. ‘Tis not meant to disguise nonfictional verse as fictional verse; nor vice versa. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; ‘tis nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — composing.

MAKE LOVE — NOT WAR

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change may be imperceptible, It may, on the other hand, be dramatic. Change. It’s what’s happening. Constantly. And everywhere. Witness Hubble. Witness, Webb. Witness the ebb and flow of the tides. Witness our nights, into our days, transforming.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

‘Tis verse universal — The Watcher’s — writing. Some say it’s writing, psychographic. Some say I’m not the actual author of this. Neither is Arthur, they say. What a difference a day may make. Change may be imperceptible, It may be dramatic. Change — It’s, what’s happening.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m — just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

Change is picking up the pace. My support in Iowa is barely half of what it was a year ago whilst DeSantis’s vote has nearly tripled. I am forecast I know, to be a severe underdog in Iowa. I feel, a third party. I fear, a third party. I fear, a third party, I’ll be forming.

In this surreal twitterfiction, the World Cup is back. This relatively new tradition has taken the Earthlings, by storm. Fervent are the Earthlings, by and large, about their football. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. And Twitter’s — a-tweeting.

Football mania; it kicked off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. Fervent are the Earthlings about their football.
If you’re a football fan, kick back. Enjoy. But plan on having a plan in hand if and when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

In twitterfiction the World Cup is back. Football mania; it’s about to kick off. It’s kicking off this week, world-widely. If you’re a football fan kick back and enjoy it. But plan on having a plan in hand when demand goes up and ⁦Twitter⁩ goes down, a-flaming.

To Twitter I have been reinstated. The people have spoken. ‘Vox Populi, Vox Dei’. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted on Saturday, using a Latin maxim that translates to “the voice of the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction.

Life on Earth; implausibly, it’s a fictional, nonfiction. In The Watcher’s twitterfiction the people have spoken. I am, to Twitter, reinstated. “Vox Populi, Vox Dei,” Elon tweeted to the people is the voice of God.” Life on Earth; near incredibly, it’s nonfictional. Obvious — fiction.

I must admit. It looks bad. If Alito’s the leaker, the leak has leaked into the Court, itself; into the very body of the Court. Rhetorically, I ask of Chief Justice Roberts, “What’s the Court coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter, to Chief Justice Roberts, and lesser judges, I’ve been warning.

Jinping, “What’s happening?” Rhetorically, I ask. And I post it or pin it or tweet it, as the case may be. Connecting man’s nature — and climate change — and nature. Connected too is an asteroid. And aliens a-coming; epiphanies, perhaps, soon revealing.

“What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and various other social platforms, with China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been, posting. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what, on Twitter and elsewhere, to China’s Xi Jinping and lesser leaders, I’ve been warning.

There is a good deal of schadenfreude in all this. Think of what’s happening like this. Here’s a demagogue (me) who can’t even get his own family to walk the plank with him. “What’s the world coming to?” That’s what on Twitter and elsewhere, China’s Xi Jinping, I’ve been asking.

In twitterfiction, I’m funny; and funny are my tales; of Melania; and my lover, Kim. I’m not all about victimhood. On Urantia, with Xi and Vlad, I’ve rubbed elbows. Some say I’m not happy. On the contrary, I’m enjoying myself. Life is good on Urantia. I’m just chilling. Just — chilling.

Witness my verse. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis #twitterfiction-al, nonfictional, verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s writing. ‘Tis verse universal that The Watcher’s composing. Make love — not war. There’s no future in warring.

Make love not war! Let there be peace on Earth. Lips and fists on Earth fly. Perverse is what’s happening here. Witness my verse. ‘Tis twitterfiction-al verse; nonfictional verse. ‘Tis The Watcher’s verse. ‘Tis TwittereZe. ‘Tis verse, unearthly. ‘Tis verse universal, The Watcher’s — writing.

THE GOLDEN RULE — THE WIZARD OF OZ

It has come to pass. Tonight, more than ever, my ratings will explode through the roof. Outmaneuvering both the Department of Justice and the GOP in one fell swoop, I’ll eviscerate them all. More than just a blend of fiction and nonfiction, this is #twitterfiction.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.

What a difference a day makes! What a difference, indeed. We’d do well to learn from these lessons, bittersweet. Learn from me. Learn from Ye. Learn from Elon. That is to say let us learn to seek wisdom, just, not from them. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

What a difference a week makes! What a difference, a mere seven days. Peace, just last week, in the GOP, reigned. This week, in contrast, it’s as if a knife fight has broken out between myself and Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Ron lacks not, ambition.

What a difference a month might make! What a difference, indeed. With visionaries abounding; with visionaries like Elon; and Ye and like the Wizard of Oz; there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. This is fiction. This is a surreal, nonfiction.

Peace, just a week ago, in the GOP, reigned. This week, however, a knife fight has broken out between myself and the sanctimonious, Governor Ron. Ron has a lean and hungry look in his eye. Starving for power, Governor Ron lacks not, ambition.

Actually, we’d do well not to learn from today’s visionaries. Visionaries like me; like Elon; and Ye. And visionaries like the Wizard of Oz. Still, there are lessons, invaluable that we might learn from them. Lessons, in finance; lessons, in living.
This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day all across America just two days ago. Nonetheless, already, I’m blaming Melania for the loss, in Pennsylvania, of the Wizard of Oz. I’ll take all the credit; no responsibility. I am most irresponsible. Most irresponsible am I. This is fiction. This, is nonfiction.

Already, I’ve been blaming Melania for the loss of Doctor Oz. Still, I’ve got no time to dwell on that. I can’t lose sleep over that. Cometh indictments. Cometh also, an asteroid. And cometh, Baba Vanga’s, aliens; subterraneans, actually.
This is fiction. And this, is nonfiction.

‘Twas Election Day in America. In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. It’s zero tolerance of threats to health, as well. America and China; they’ve gone their own way. Increasingly, America and China, are increasingly, authoritarian.

In China, with respect to tolerance, the goal is zero tolerance. And it’s zero tolerance of threats to the public health, as well. As fatefully predetermined, China has gone its own way. Increasingly authoritarian, under Xi, is China. A big bully, is China.  A big bully, authoritarian.

In China, the goal is zero tolerance. The coup in America is ongoing. Less apparent are the coups ongoing in other nations. Powerful may be the impact of hammers; and peoples. God only knows what yet might happen; in Russia; in America; and China.

Less apparent; the coups ongoing in other nations. The coup in America is ongoing. Still, the coups are connected. Each, with the impact of a hammer. Behind yet another Iron Curtain, firewalled, lurches China. This bodes poorly for zero tolerance in China.

In #twitterfiction, learn from Ye. And from the Wiz. Learn from Elon. And learn from me. Bitter, are the most invaluable lessons. Let us learn, from our mistakes. Learn the Golden Rule. It’s how, to live together. This, is fiction. And this is, nonfiction.