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The Human Epic Itinerary: From Inner Space to Outer Space and then to … Cyber Space

The itinerary of the Human Epic: From inner space to outer space;
ironically, a fateful race, to a final stop … cyber space.

Read not, at your own risk, handwritten walls. From inner space
to outer space, to cyber space … we’ve raced.

From inner space to outer space, and through it, to cyber space … we’ve raced;
but cyber-space is wilder than previous frontiers … we’ve faced.

Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog, chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.

Bubblews … GREAT EXPECTATIONS … Popped (III)

Mere months ago many wrote giddily (I amongst them) of the great expectations
of a business model … that threatened … social media institutions.

Written then: “Between posts, tweets and bubbles, in a jungle that is [media] only
the latter of book, bird and bubble … shares … its money.

Between book, bluebird and bubble, only the latter is the innovatively pioneering,
first, FAIR ecosystem of the internet … truly … sharing.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, decidedly unhappy
that Zuckerberger’s Facebook book be such … a common … bully.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, but Twitter offers
little more than shout-outs and sales pitches from … 140 characters.

Bubblews.com is the new kid on a block populated by bigger and tougher boys;
but this boy is his own man … a man-boy committed to sharing … his toys.

The new kid on the block is a visionary willing to rock this bubble of a boat. We
bubblers too must share its vision … and rock this boat … visionarily.

The new kid is a rock and roller … rocking and rolling … the powers that be;
for far more important … than money … is community.”

Alas, Bubblews is but a mere bubble. And, as we all know all too well, it is not
in the nature of a bubble … not … to pop.

Alas too, a larger and more vital bubble shall pop, when push comes to shove
and the hawks outnumber and/or … out-maneuver … the doves.

Alas too, God’s peoples, The Big Three, the Muslims, Christians and Jews, agree
to disagree … and follow primrose paths to … calamitous … prophesies.

Bubblews … GREAT EXPECTATIONS … Popped (II)

Mere months ago many wrote giddily (I amongst them) of the great expectations
of a business model … that threatened … social media institutions.

Written then: “Between posts, tweets and bubbles, in a jungle that is [media] only
the latter of book, bird and bubble … shares … its money.

Between book, bluebird and bubble, only the latter is the innovatively pioneering,
first, FAIR ecosystem of the internet … truly … sharing.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, decidedly unhappy
that Zuckerberger’s Facebook book be such … a common … bully.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, but Twitter offers
little more than shout-outs and sales pitches from … 140 characters.

Bubblews.com is the new kid on a block populated by bigger and tougher boys;
but this boy is his own man … a man-boy committed to sharing … his toys.

The new kid on the block is a visionary willing to rock this bubble of a boat. We
bubblers too must share its vision … and rock this boat … visionarily.

The new kid is a rock and roller … rocking and rolling … the powers that be;
for far more important … than money … is community.”

Alas, Bubblews is but a mere bubble. And, as we all know all too well, it is not
in the nature of a bubble … not … to pop.

Alas too, a larger and more vital bubble shall pop, when push comes to shove
and the hawks outnumber … and/or out-maneuver … the doves.

Bubblews … GREAT EXPECTATIONS … Popped

Mere months ago many wrote giddily (I, amongst them) of the great expectations
of a business model … that threatened … social media institutions.

Written then: “Between posts, tweets and bubbles, in a jungle that is [media] only
the latter of book, bird and bubble … shares … its money.

Between book, bluebird and bubble, only the latter is the innovatively pioneering,
first, FAIR ecosystem of the internet … truly … sharing.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, decidedly unhappy
that Zuckerberger’s Facebook book be such … a common … bully.

Chachomanopapa is a poster, a tweeter and a bubbler too, but Twitter offers
little more than shout-outs and sales pitches from … 140 characters.

Bubblews.com is the new kid on a block populated by bigger and tougher boys;
but this boy is his own man … a man-boy committed to sharing … his toys.

The new kid on the block is a visionary willing to rock this bubble of a boat. We
bubblers too must share its vision … and rock this boat … visionarily.

The new kid is a rock and roller … rocking and rolling … the powers that be;
for … far more important than money … is community.”

Alas, Bubblews is but a mere bubble. And, as we all know all too well, it is not
in the nature of a bubble … not … to pop.

ON “AN ATLAS … POETIC”

Time and change; one, a fourth dimension, the other, a dimensionless
ebb and flow; both, in #twitterfiction, purposeful … but formless.

Once upon a time, in #twitterfiction, a dreamy being asked, in a dream, one
(wo)man from every land to pen a poem to … every nation.

The compendium (in #twitterfiction, “AN ATLAS … POETIC”), languishes, in
the memory of Art Everman’s laptop, read by no one … but Everman.

In #twitterfiction, AN ATLAS … POETIC; a compendium of heartfelt pleas,
for Mandela-Tutu-like, global truth and … reconciliation, please.

In #twitterfiction, what needs to be read by every human (every man, woman
and child on the planet), has been read only by … Arthur Everman.

In #twitterfiction, AN ATLAS … POETIC; poetry about history, sociology
and eschatology; irony in verse for each nation … and territory.

Irony in verse, for each nation and territory. That is what is in #twitterfiction,
AN ATLAS POETIC; a call to action to … become Bohemian.

#Twitterfiction: Follow @chachomanopapa on Twitter and its surreal analog,
chachomanopapa.wordpress.com; historic poetry from tweets and … a blog.

1 PAGE: #30

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.

1 PAGE: # 29

When last Almighty Me tweeted and blogged thee (7 edited tweets at PAGE # 28), Me thee wrote … the inhumanity of tiny minorities bodes, Me’ll anew, timely edit … history.

‘Tis a pity, really, that modern-day barbarians can so quickly undo more than five thousand years of civilization. Time flies. Time’s short. Time’s Mine. It waits … on no man.

Nor shall time wait on the lot of ye. Collectively, (as individually), when your time’s up, time’s … out. That’s not to say you can’t extend your time at bat, and go into … over-time.

Almighty Me shan’t hold Me’s breath on that score … Mark Me’s words … Eventually, certainly, as ye arose, so shall ye go down, ye Muslims, Christians … and Jewry.

Know this too; a whole lot of ye are neither Muslim, nor Christian, nor Jew … Ye, especially, need to know; you’re all My kids. Me loves ye all … equally.

Know this as well; your thoughts and deeds; actions, and omissions to act, indeed, is ledger. Generally speaking, the more selfless ye are … the better.

Know this finally on this, PAGE # 29 … If you’re not part of the solution, then you’re a big part … of the problem. Ye must … take heart.

1 PAGE: # 28

When last Almighty Me tweeted and blogged thee (7 edited tweets at PAGE # 27), Me opined: … Time flies. Time’s short. Time’s Mine … not thine’s.

Presumably, (albeit not certainly), Muslims, Christians and Jews agree. Agnostics doubt it. Atheists … self-assuredly … deny it.

Fact is, as respects Almighty Me, My Muslim, Christian and Jewish children agree … nominally … in matters of substance, only to disagree … on form … and formalities.

Fact is, as respects Almighty Me, My Muslim, Christian and Jewish children, intolerant, generally, defy My crystal clear Commandments … knowingly.

Fact is, as respects Almighty Me, My Muslim, Christian and Jewish children’s belligerent intolerance is to Me … abhorrent.

Fact is, as respects Almighty Me, My Muslim, Christian and Jewish children’s belligerent intolerance bodes that editing … is imminent.

Algeria and Mali; Almighty Me assures thee; all of thee, whether Muslim, Christian, Jewish … agnostic or atheist … that on editing … Me’s bullish.

1 PAGE: # 27

When last Almighty Me tweeted and blogged thee (7 edited tweets at Page # 26), Me thee wrote: What you do to the least of thee … you do …. to Me.

To wit, what’s gone on recently in Algeria and Mali. Me reiterates most unequivocably to all thee: What you do to the least of thee … you do … to Me.

With terror’s timeline thusly temporarily updated, “Mr. Marlboro,” smokes, on Earth no more, albeit in Hell, there’ll be more than enough smoke … in store.

One man’s terrorist is another’s freedom fighter. Reminds Almighty Me of Rodney King’s song of lament. “Why can’t we all … just get along.”

As things stand, “getting along” isn’t in prognoses, much less cards nor stars. With treatment though, the prognoses are no bar … to curing ailments.

Take it from Almighty Me all the way to banks. As you individually overcome maladies, or not … so too, communally, you may submit … to treatment … or not.

Time flies. Time’s short. Time’s Mine, not thine’s. Submit to treatment post haste if you’d make of Algeria and Mali … a pivot point … for all souls’ sake.

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.