Tag Archives: Ben Bo & Twit

1 PAGE: # 18

In My reality and in twitterfiction, fiction becomes nonfictional and surreality, reality; seamlessly interchangeable … No wonder … insanity.

An insanity largely borne of (all humility aside), Godlessness … It’s what Me’s seen repeatedly repeated … since Cain slew Abel … initially.

Almighty Me wouldst ask of each and every one of thee, “Were thee Me, what wouldst thou do? Me’s done run out of patience verily … with a lot … of the lot … of you.”

Barbarousness and wickedness (thanks to My illustrious messengers over nearly forty centuries … and today’s internet) may now be … minimized … alchemically.

Yet warm-blooded reprobates yet play tag-team with cold-blooded corporate proxies, minorities, one percent … intent on ruling roosts … surreally … perpetually.

BBT (Ben, Bo & Twit, aka, Twitter); get with the program; those tweets we shared weren’t hoax (hopefully for you) … as you’d hoped … but rather … for thee … hope.

Hope for thee and the rest of the roost … for from the roost, came thee. Me fears temporally though … where you’ll spend … eternity.

1 PAGE: # 16

That Kim Jong Un be in the running for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2013 is not near as implausible as it may seem, in a #twitterfiction of surrealities … so seemingly … nonfictional.

Consider: In a recent tweet, Me characterized Kim as “gunning” for the Nobel Peace Prize … in 2013. Not so implausible, as it seems … in dreams … #twitterfiction’d.

Consider #twitterfictionally, Kim Jong Un’s recent remarks regarding the DPRK’s economy … vis-a-vis, its rocketry … Eyes on Kim … and not because he’s sexy.

Consider that Kim knows that it is what it is; and that it … need not be. Only he of the three Me tweeted along with Kim, shook hands … enthusiastically.

Consider Kim himself. Take it from Me, The Almighty. No man as unseen, is watched so keenly. And so he moves like the tiger … deliberately.

Consider: Kim knows that you do not know the real Kim. He wants you to know him … That Kim, sexiest only to his wife … is the real … Kim Jong Un.

Considering the above, Me’s characterization of Kim as “gunning” for the Prize wasn’t chippy. Rather, it is because #twitterfiction’s surrealities, seem so … nonfictional … really.