Tag Archives: surreally

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In homage to an oh so misunderstood Friedrich Nietzsche: Aphorisms duly in turn pay homage to @NelsonMandela, in surreal, #twitterfiction-homage.

Blendin’ elements of da prose (for reporting-like story-tellin’), wid da more tangibly grippin’ poetry (for beautifully epic, storytellin’), in #twitterfiction.

Homage to Freddy and der uber-mensch uber alles, @NelsonMandela. Aptly: requisitioned out, ‘Zarathustra’ to WW-I Ger. troops in #twitterfiction-not.

Homage to Freddy, @NelsonMandela and ubers everywhere (da wannabes of nonfictional, reality-literature) surreally, #twitterfiction-al.

Get well soon der uber-mensch @NelsonMandela. Arthur, @chachomanopapa, may yet in #twitterfiction-al time, hug you, in nonfiction.

Consider @NelsonMandela following Art in surreal tragi-comic spectacle, wherein wannabes know not what they are, #twitterfiction-ally.

@NelsonMandela: A follow from you; pumpin’ up volume of wannabes to numbers surpassin’, not just Justin but da venerable Yao Chen in dis #twitterfiction.

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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.