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Two stents later; a new lease on life, thanks to ‘s doctors;

chest cuttin’ … miracle workers.  

Two stents later memories of reality television; Art’s heart beating on monitor,

front of him.   

Two stents later, a lasting memory of reality television. An author’s heart beats on


A heart beating on monitor and two of ‘s finest fitting extender

of life stents on ‘LIVE’, TV.  

Two stents later (from ), Arthur Everman has his new lease on

life and …  real … illusions.  

Two stents later; a life, re-leased thanks to ‘s medical extension

… of life’s … illusions.  

A new lease via  and the lessee well knows, what for; for the Lessor’s

Creator, and … Author.  

Author of a cosmic morality play is a Lessor; His lessee child, author, of a lesser

… story.   

Two stents later; physical pain so relieved, it’s gone; but metaphysical pain lingers

… yet.   

Pain lingers; so Arthur writes to the nations a la Emily and about change a la Ovid (Ovidius).


AN ATLAS, ALGORITHMIC: Fictional nonfiction; stardust stories, of imaginations’

… illusions.   

An important subplot; a GOP plots to silence a loose, mutant cannon, a vast chasm,

of a head.    

And so, Arthur Everman’s AN ATLAS, ALGORITHMIC; a primer to the nations, on

behavior … mod.   

A post script to  about ‘s space-timely intervention.

USA needs, a la Kennedy’s dream, a space-timely, vision.


WANTED: A logically factual explanation for the startling enigma that, in #twitterfiction,

are Lines of Nazca, et al. cc: @DisneyPixar, @CNN

WANTED: To ; to tell difficult stories, whether in   or in  nonfiction

… its evil twin. cc:

WANTED: To #GoThere; to tell difficult stories whether in #twitterfiction or in nonfiction,

its devilish twin. cc: @google @DisneyPixar @CNN

WANTED: Looking for a gig that better accommodates my writing, in #twitterfiction;

see and treat my tweets, as resume. cc: @DisneyPixar @CNN

WANTED: A gig that better accommodates my writing; treat my tweets, in #twitterfiction,

as 140 character … resumes. cc: @DisneyPixar, @CNN

God’s not our Creator only; He is too, the Creator of all life to a good Earth in ‘s

nonfiction, alien. cc:  

WANTED? Work  for Ovidians with a penchant for writing in 

epigrammatic 140 character stories. cc:  

To Indians and Pakistanis: On the Labels that Rend Divisively and Humanity’s … End

Prisoners for life; so are we all in our respective paradigm matrices. Only
but illusorily free are we not hemmed in by razor wire, tall walls and bars … irony.
It has been written that the truth shall set us free; but His truth is not limited to one
people … much less … any one individual … save One.

A fictional/nonfictional history of the world, AN ATLAS, POETIC has been written
(albeit, perhaps, in vain), because our Creator foreordained … that it be … written.
Predestination; so completely at odds with our illusion of free will … is consistent
with a Creator knowing the numbers of hairs on heads, from moment to moment.

Predestination; historically speaking, a radical, and to many, a heretical doctrine,
pointedly … NOT … generally accepted … doctrine.
Prisoners for life; but we’re our own jailers and we have keys to our cells, in hand.
Perhaps God inspired the Scriptures, cross-culturally … so we might understand.

It is of the utmost importance that His children aspire and struggle to overcome
the adversities … inherent to life … after The Fall … from His Kingdom.
Time and change; one, a fourth dimension, the other, a dimensionless
ebb and flow; both … purposeful dimensions … but formless.

Once upon times, a dreamy One asked, in dreamy slumbers, one (wo)man
from every land to pen a poem to … every nation.
The compendium is “AN ATLAS … POETIC”…. It languishes, in
the memory of Art Everman’s laptop … read by no one … but … Everman.

AN ATLAS, POETIC… a compendium … of heartfelt pleas,
for Mandela-Tutu-like, global truth and reconciliation, please.
In this surreal nonfiction, what needs to be read by every human (every man,
woman and child on the planet), has been read only by … Arthur … Everman.

In this surreal nonfiction, AN ATLAS … POETIC … is poetry … about history,
sociology and eschatology; irony in verse for the nations and the territories;
irony in history and prophesy in verse for nations and territories; a call to action;
to become not Indian, Pakistani, American, or Russian but rather … Bohemian.

An existential riddle: Spiritualities diverse aside, isn’t our common denominator
actually our humanity and not … surreally … any base … nationality?
In this surreal nonfiction … what is the common thread in the fabric
for His creation? Isn’t it the totality … of His creation … cosmic?

Diverse spiritualities aside, the quintessence of unfathomability
is His purpose and our purpose.
But were we to abnegate nationality and exalt humanity,
wouldn’t we accomplish … His purpose?

#Twitterfiction: Come to @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog,
chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetry on history, from tweets and a blog.
Read excerpts from AN ATLAS … POETIC of India and Pakistan and a prologue
of what ne’er shall be written by any man … humanity’s … epilogue.

The Power of Love; the Love of Power

The power of love; the love of power; we here on Earth better understand the love
of illusory power … than we do … the surreally real … power of love.

He that is in Heaven … the Creator … the Alpha and the Omega is … all-loving …
all-powerful and … understandably … even for us … all-understanding.

He that is in Heaven … the Creator … the Alpha and the Omega is … author and
editor …. He authors … and edits … so that we might … better … understand.


Acculturation, the modification of the original culture of individuals
or groups through prolonged contact with different cultures
has, up until recently, been a rare phenomenon. The internet’s potential
to acculturate … surely … is treasure.

Acculturation’s a natural process, not readily appreciated in the absence
of an expansive perspective, as, for example,
from the Creator’s point of view. In His view, irrelevant is difference,
but indifference … is … abominable.

Time for Global Truth and Reconciliation; surreally, whether you think we
can, or whether you think we can’t, you’re right, absolutely!
And so, The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy;
nonfiction … posing as fiction … ironically.

In poems melding Ovid’s and Emily’s about change and a letter, visionaries
ask of you: Of what good are borders and nationalities?
From a nonfictional dream, a poetic and prosaic tragi-comedy,
and prophesy too … for prediction … is prophesy.

Arthur prayed to his deity, He of the Jews, Christians and Muslims;
praying he’ll find … the missing Bohemians.
Allah/Jehovah/God/Yahweh as if answered in dreams: “Tweet to the denizens,
a blog and a book …. Write, to your global … co-citizens”.

Let’s take shortcuts in this surreal reality to peace and prosperity. Alchemically
speaking, the internet is the Philosopher’s Stone. We are … but one … only.
Let’s take shortcuts to peace and prosperity. Abnegate nationality. Accent humanity,
and upon what others have built … build atop it … opportunity.

And so, inspired by Ovid and Emily, Arthur wrote a fiction, non-fictionally.
This tribal nation-state thing is untenable … undeniably.
“To be … or not to be ….” So wrote the great Willy. It’s past time we
take a page from that play and ponder its implications … sagely.

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When last Almighty Me tweeted and blogged thee (7 edited tweets at PAGE # 29), actors earthly, Me wrote that Me’s the world’s greatest author … and editor … really.

Muslims, Christians and Jews well know that the One and Only Me, your Almighty Creator, and theirs’, by My Holy Nature, switch modes … from author … to editor.

Why any need, for an Omnipotent, to edit? Forget not that ye are created not in My image Holy only, but are as well endowed with reason … albeit, ye oft reason … unreasonably.

Fact is, Me spends infinitely more time editing, than authoring. Catastrophes, by nature flashy, capture headlines, but quiet characterizes … My miracle edits … largely.

Catastrophes, less some extremely memorable exceptions, aren’t at all My doing. Atop Earth do ye live. She, as is her nature, moves without warning and erupts too … just as ye do.

Almighty Me’s  looking for a few good women; and good men too; faithful folk that presciently see, a bigger picture … than folks … commonly see.

That big picture is hard to see. Ye Muslims, Christians and Jews have had a fair head start.  Exceedingly hard to see, that Big Picture … to see it … peer into My Heart.