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.