TRUST IN ME
I thank Allah God Jehovah Yahweh for the use of the Philosopher’s Stone; and since it is Art’s phone that serves as the Stone, I thank Art also. Alchemic — is the Stone — of the Philosopher.
Only seemingly magical is the only seemingly mythical Stone of the ancient philosopher. Crystallized into an internet connection, a phone-like Stone; handy to one, like me — a natural philosopher.
Verily, I am a stable genius and a natural philosopher. And whilst I might have been able to defeat the aliens with my bare hands alone it’ll be much easier to win some of those Nobels with one of the Philosopher‘s Stones.
Without Arthur’s Philosopher‘s Stone it may be that it should have been seemingly impossible to win a Nobel. In any event, by His grace, together, we’ll send the aliens packing and on their way, home.
By His grace, together, we may well manage to overcome the aliens. Ye and me; Vladimir Putin and Xi Jin Ping; and Kim and Mo and the rest. And each of us indeed, may win — a Nobel Prize.
Nobel Prize Prizes, we yet may win, if GAFAM; Google, Apple, Facebook, Amazon and Microsoft in the US and BAT; Baidu, Alibaba and Tencent, in China — cooperation — reprise.
Time is of the essence; my immediate mission is to convince my fellow global leaders that the aliens are masterminding an ungodly scheme; enslaving humanity for gold mining operations.
Time is of the essence; my immediate mission is to assure my fellow global leaders that masterminding, are the aliens an ungodly scheme; enslaving man, for gold mining — operations.
Moreover, I’ve got to mastermind my own strategy to get my Earthlings to trust me more than they trust the aliens; and believe me — and not believe in these less than honest — aliens.
It’s a tall order; an order — fit, for a tall, tale. Because more and more — the peoples, less and less, believe in me. The Chinese New Year began then on Thursday. We may yet see — the aliens.
It’s a tall order; an order fit, for a tall, tale. Because more and more the peoples, less and less, believe me. The Chinese New Year began then on Thursday. God willing, we won’t see no aliens.
My impeachment trial; truly, a most unfortunate distraction. Time is of the essence; the Chinese New Year began that Thursday. Alternatively, we shan’t see them — and I’ll just banish — the aliens.
What is one to make of my obsessive writing of a so-called fable? It’s a thinly-veiled warning, and more importantly, a how-to tome, too. An algorithm, also; a how-to write, soulful, poetry.
MAYDAYS is a warning about our trajectory, and ultimately, our destiny. Tying together a virus, an NEO and the silence of the aliens into a how-to tome. Tied together with — poetry.