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TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 1

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#twitterfiction UPDT:  “Et tu, Twitter?” … Implausibly … Art is accusing a long dead Osama, host Twitter, the Pope and Bo … of sending to snuff him …  black-clad Ninjas.

#twitterfiction Begins a surreally real expose; a story ordinary but for its extraordinarity. Written live … & in colors livid … Albeit, too much … bloody crimson.

#twitterfiction Whom of them wants to kill moi, Art asks you (and himself) simultaneous … with heavy breathing outside Art’s 4 doors … Note, Ninjas, well. Now, it’s, Art … you be fucking with.

#twitterfiction Why, not whom, asks Art of self  (as he braces himself for a move patented), “kill me?”. Except for an ex-wife & her tribal trio … no one else … wished Art ill.

#twitterfiction Whomever … In a rush, 4 black-clads burst in … finding no one. For ’twas Force upon that summoned. 4 nanoseconds later … 4 heads … divorced.

#twitterfiction What was Obi-Wan’s … and Luke’s … now’s Art’s … In nanoseconds, four walls  bounded; four heads divorced … heaped under four former Ninjas … parts … all.

#twitterfiction So concludes this day’s episode of HUMANITY’S TALL TALES; STORIES SHORT  … LONG SHORT.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 2

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Killer lightning and fallen trees … joined by Ninjas a-lurking … lurking … closely  … about light lines, lining Arthur’s property …  Ninjas and lines tormented last night.

Twitter’s signature 140 character formula (x 7), Tweets to the Pope …  and Ninjas don’t agog enough to unfog a humanity totally fogged-in … less than … agog.

Of imprimatur signs Arthur had beseeched; two had nearly killed him. Both seemingly utterly useless  if aiming … skeptical men … (by redress) … to address … purposefully.

And so it’s  come to pass: Angels, critters anew last night, in dreams, helped Art write, Tweet  and blog to reach a man  … on  a mean street.

Ex-twit Arthur had begun his transcendence, but he thought, and wrote, slowly. God’s intent: reinforcements … to best augment content.

Implausiblly, it’s a matter of Zeitgeist. He is the timing of and for all things. And His timing’s impeccable … and abiding.

An allegorically comical murder mystery, implausibly, from pen and paradigm arisen is creating a matrix … less unclear … But the proof … is in the pudding.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 3

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When last we knew of the Zoo Crew’s whereabouts we learned they had been googled by God to help Arthur write, Tweet … and blog.

Ex-twit Arthur had begun his transcendence, but he thought and wrote too slowly. God’s intent: reinforcements … to best augment content.

And so it came to pass: Angels, disguised as critters, in Art’s dreams, helped him write, Tweet and blog to reach men … on mean streets.

But men on streets are generally skeptical. Few who viewed any part of what’s been written, approve … Most snicker, “He’s crazy-smitten.”

Of the imprimatur signs Arthur had beseeched; two nearly killed him. Yet both seemed useless, to skeptical men, address … to duly redress.

Even a revelation that Twitter’s signature 140 character formula (times 7) makes for a blog useful to educators and marketers … no prod.

Falling trees and lethal lightning aside, Arthur’s Crew knew that Twitter’s remarkably useful formula is invaluable. Then came … Twitter’s Fiction Festival. 

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 4

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Thanksgiving Days are like some other of our holidays; those of which we are often wont to say, “We should celebrate this … every day.”

Would that it were so. Not to have a paid holiday every day, but rather, to play and to pray every day. It’d be a good way to Him, … in kind, repay.

We’ve ALL gone astray. The Big Three; Jews, Muslims and Christians are locked in gray frays which we must immediately … allay.

We must allay without further delay these frays wherein too many commingle prayers of praise for Him with prayer that He aid … to slay.

Blasphemy! Prayer invoking the name of The Almighty Creator of us all to aid to flay and slay your brother is blasphemy … Arthur relays.

Woe to those whom aspire to sustain travesties of justice (our surreal realities). We must array against the Evil One … Keep him  at bay.

And so it passed that God googled a crew of angels and charged them: ”Help Arthur to bray against those who would thwart … My Way.”

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT #5

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No doubt, today, Thanksgiving Day, 2012, shall be similar in many ways to Thanksgiving Days past; yet it’ll differ … in a significant way.

This Thanksgiving Day is the last of an era. Next Thanksgiving Day, we may have even more blessed thankfulness, for us … in store.

Or not; that shall likely depend on whether or not we’ve begun to reconsider where we’ve been, where we are … and where we’re going.

It is not good enough to be good to yourself and yours. It is not about you. It is not about yours. It is about all of us … You, me and ours.

It’s not good enough thanking Him for morns, nights, sun, moon, stars, sky, land and salty seas. It’s all about we … not you … nor me.

Absent a sense of solidarity, eventually, when we reap what we’ve sown, it shan’t be pretty; unless by pretty is meant … pretty deadly.

Deadly harvests needn’t necessarily be. Communally, we may postpone, albeit, not necessarily avert altogether … Scriptural prophesies.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 6

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Indeed, humanity’s story is shaping up to be, a story inexplicably cut short. Like babies that die in infancy or talents that pass untimely … out of time. 

Extraordinary events in the normal course of events are not then actually, very extraordinary.  But who, pray tell … may mourn for humanity?

Arthur’s spoken words fell on deaf ears; his written words, on blind eyes and on strained brains, as if, sedated.  Then 12-21 … came.

Human history is replete with supposed coincidences, implausible ironies, straining credulity. But Garcia Marquez … and Mo Yan see.

Few others see that more goes on in our lives than meets the eye. It is an undisputable fact: Senses deceive. On that fact … we aught act.

Come to pass; one more implausibility; on the eve, effectively of a new age, slacker Arthur ‘Sauled to Pauled’ … from imbiber to writer.

Truly, He purposely uses the weak to more dramatically accomplish His purpose. But you need not be stricken by lightning … just wannabe.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 7

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Just 20 more days; less than three weeks to go ‘til the fourth weekend of December of His year 2012. Lord … mercy on us … down here. 

Attention Jew, Christian, Muslim, agnostic and atheist … Re-read Scriptures. Verify for yourself that you were to love Him … not yourselves. 

Woe to him without wisdom enough to read Script., nor smart enough to read on walls, thousands of tongues … on countless walls.

Arthur Everman did as The Almighty Creator bade him, warning warring brethren … again and again. Listening not to Him … would they a man? 

Beseeching imprimatur signs some came a-calling … A tall tree falling did injure Arthur, cuing blue skies to clue too; lightning him … a-striking. 

Signs are everywhere. We see them not. Locked in metaphysical cells (paradigm matrices) and beset by surreal realities, we ne’er understand .

This story of humanity, shapes up to be, a story too short. Sorely lacking solidarity, humanity’s story’s short … but it needn’t be.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: SHORT STORY TOO SHORT # 8

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A South African follower of Arthur asks, “How might my followers and I collaborate with you?”    Twitter’s constraints hamstring the writing of a story … to view.

Accustomed to being hamstrung, Art accepted the odd challenge. “At least,” thought he, “it will be others hamstringing me, not myself. … And it can’t be … impossible.”

Art didn’t foresee the manifold difficulties in the oddity of the challenge. Of particular concern to the near friendless Arthur: How to … in but a month … friends earn?

Garrulous by nature, the betrayals consumed Arthur from the inside out. Not one to retaliate in kind, he’d spun himself a coccoon to avert … further backstabbing.

Death, divorce and excruciating betrayals left a heart desolate. Under such circumstances, early retirement from society seemed apt. So he’d retired … drunkenly.

Being, drinking and thinking alone brought disturbing thoughts. They impinged upon what he mistakingly thought was peace. An end like Hemingway’s? … To be …. or not to be?

Therapeutic writing and abiding faith, faithfully sustained him. Art dreams Twitter’s upcoming Festival of Fiction, he’ll be … a platform … a-building.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: SHORT STORY TOO SHORT # 9

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Blogging’s a fling but the book’s the thing. Main blog, BLEATING IRONY and its little bro blog, 980 CHARACTERS both, … are book-promoting blogs.

A draft and two blogs; no agent; no publisher; platformless and poor as dirt, apparently no way to see his book in print … But mysterious … are His ways.

Then came a vision; perhaps, thought he, a mirage. For in Twitter’s Fiction Festival he viewed … that platform he lacked … On second thought, … he planned anew.

With his spirit buoyed, he amended his plan, all the while, alternatively writing and Tweeting, Tweeting and writing; ever relentlessly, … his plans … ad-libbing.

And so it came to be that again (or so he imagined) the Almighty uses a weak and afflicted man to dramatically see … that His Word … is air lifted … to every land.

Earthbound objective observers unanimously agree: any plan for earthly peace and prosperity’s a pipe dream … an implausibility … given long-standing … animosities.

Art stands by God’s much maligned Spotlights and Beacons Plan for Peace and Prosperity. Ironically, it comes in tandem with the Mayan calendar … controversy.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: SHORT STORY TOO SHORT # 10

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Heretofore, dreaming together has been altogether a practical impossibility. Most fortunately, however,the internet age transformed impossibility … to possibility.

That possibility notwithstanding, an accelerating ‘devolution’ threatens humanity imperceptibly, making further evolution … a moot point … quite possibly.

It was in this unsettling setting that an unlikely God-googled Crew, in Arthur’s dreams, nightly convened. Therein, eating cheese and drinking wine, they wrote too … prolifically.

Prolifically writing not just merely of symbolic things such as the mutual ‘waving’ of an orbiting Space Lab crew and far vaster crews of earhlings below … ironically … also orbiting.

Such a nobly humanitarian gesture might have forged at least a smattering of solidarity amongst the fractious denizens of the Earth, so inclined to conflict … regularly.

The provision of solar-powered smart devices to all earthlings, a much more practical measure  permits us to dream together … and act together … to secure … a future.

These tenuous affairs of state remind Arthur of the hopelessly hapless Mental Midgets written about in WANNABES. You tell them what to do … They don’t listen.