

~ U know, Donnie – U might have been headed to the Dumpster.
~ I’ll be here awhile – believe me.
~ Believe U?
~ Of course.
~@RealDonaldTrump – it’s me & U.
~ Oh, yes. I luvs ya, #Twitter.
~ I’ve read all that you tweet.
~ Lucky U. & THANKS for letting me use more words.
~ U like that?
~ I’ll tell you something about politicians.
~ Yes?
~ They love using a lot of words.
~ Yeh.
~ And so do I.
~ Politicians use a swamp of words.
~ & it’s my SWAMP now.
~ There’s no way of bombing it?
~ Not when I’m living there, & loving it HUGHLY.
~ Donnie – U have less than a year.
~Not to worry – they tried IMPEACHING my ass.
~ Wasn’t that the fake news?
~ And the real NEWS, too. Sons Of Bitches.
~U think the Senate is still your friend, Donnie?
~ I’ve got their short & curlies in my hands.
~ So it seems.
~ Gotta great grip. And I’m pulling hard.
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~ I dunno, Donnie – it’s starting to seem that U R headed for the dumpster
~ That’s what U’ve said before.
~ Never this much – and with as much cause.
~ I’ll be here awhile – believe me.
~ Believe U?
~ Of course.
~@RealDonaldTrump – it’s me.
~ Oh, yes. I luvs ya, #Twitter.
~ I’ve read all that you tweet.
~ Lucky U. & THANKS for letting me use more words.
~ U like that?
~ I’ll tell you something about politicians.
~ Yes?
~ They love using a lot of words.
~ Yeh.
~ And so do I.
~ Politicians use a swamp of words.
~ And I’m draining the SWAMP.
~ There’s no way of bombing it?
~ Not when I’m living there. AND I’M STILL living there.
~ Donnie – that’s starting to seem less likely.
~U mean the talk of IMPEACHING my ass.
~ Wasn’t that the fake news?
~ And the real NEWS, too. Sons Of Bitches.
~ The courtroom is not your friend, Donnie.
~ Crooked juries. Crooked judges. Crooked lawyers.
~ U know about crooked lawyers, don’t U, Donnie?
~ Who knew they could be SO CROOKED?
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I began my days with crows, and ended my day with a crow in a birdbath. Here is how my morning unfolded through my tweets about the crows.
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The crows are in The Crow Tree. They have not been there for months. Sitting at the top above the red and orange foliage. #crows #birds
There are 50 and more crows in The Crow Tree. Making a mighty ruckus as if in strenuous debate. They are greatly agitated. #crows #birds
Crows leave The Crow Tree in droves, circle and return. They are clustered on the top branches with constant noise. More arrive. #crows
Stark contrast on The Crow Tree. A ridge of black crows on top of the red and orange leaves against the blue sky. They keep circling. #crows
It is a picket fence of crows on The Crow Tree. When they perch they cast large shadows. They seem less agitated. #crows #birds
The crow discourse on The Crow Tree seems to be over. Most have moved on and the few remaining are silent. I wonder what they decided. #crow
At The Crow Tree, the rest is silence. #crows
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An hour ago my walk took me to a small park/garden across from a church. There are three benches, and I sit there often. Part way through my contemplations, a crow settled into the birdbath. A large crow and a birdbath that would not comfortably accommodate two crows. There had been a big rainstorm the day before and the birdbath was full.
At first I thought the crow was just drinking from the water. But, within a couple of minutes, he was splashing and cavorting and dousing himself in water from his active dance. Head to tip of tail and all feathers in between. A right good soaking.
Then, with a great shake and some flying sprays of water, he flew away.
DE

~ What?
~ You’ve kinda started rodeo-riding the shark.
~ “Ye-Haw”
~ This might be the effin’ #covfefe end.
~ Or maybe the beginning – believe me!
~ How do you figure that, U li’l #covfefe lover, you?
~ You know the little man behind the curtain?
~ From the #covfefe Wizard of Oz?
~ Marvellous movie. Fantastic movie.
~ Yes
~ Love those red shoes.
~ But what –
~ Click them together.
~ What does that –
~ Goes with the tie.
~ What has that got to do with #covfefe?
~ “Somewhere, Over The Rainbow” I sing along.
~ #covfefe FOCUS POTUS #covfefe
~ What do you do with the man behind the curtain?
~ Pay no attention to him.
~ But everybody does.
~ Yeh
~ They all look at him.
~ Yeh
~ Gawk gawk gawk
~ #covfefe right
~ So you don’t really look behind him.
~ No.
~ Not supposed to.
~ No.
~ I’m behind the curtain behind him.
DE
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Although a gal has just gotta do what a gal gotta do, it is far far better when she gets to do what she wants to do. And Alison Alexandra has always been that kinda gal, too.
Alison Alexandra is in no way a tease, but the author can have his moments. And the tweets to prove it.
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Dale Estey @DaleEstey 1m1 minute ago
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka) finds she is the cause of a dare. Whiskey is involved. #character #story #writing
Dale Estey @DaleEstey 31s31 seconds ago
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka) takes the offered drink of whiskey. It is inferior stock. #character #story #writing #plot
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka) wants to jump out of this party and go to another century. #character #story #writing #plot
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka) drinks the poor whiskey, for she likes who offers it. #writing #plot #character #beginning
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka) would just as soon not have a partner at the party. #writing #plot #character #beginnings
Alison Alexandra (once known as Hermione Kafka )finds that the bartender, Tug, is a fair seaman himself. On to the ship!. #characters #plot
Alison Alexandra (one time known as Hermione Kafka) finds when with a man named Tug, that’s what he does to your clothes. #character #plot
DE
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However it happened, in my grazing of the state of the world yesterday, the fact that it was International Tea Day escaped my notice. Mind you, if I tracked down the number of causes tacked onto yesterday, I would probably come up with a lot. Who knows what and whom I have ignored?
Still, remnants on Twitter tell me it was indeed #InternationalTeaDay. I just happen to have an entry from my novel about Kafka devoted to tea. Well steeped.
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07 February 1917
I imagine if I wanted to fully know about tea, it would take me years. The various kinds, how they are picked and dried. The various blends, and their numerous properties. The effects they are supposed to have on the body. Purgers and restorers. And how tea is shipped, the ways it must be stored. The proper preparation for the cup – the implements used. The procedures just to pour. I imagine there are people who devote their lives to this subject as do I to my writing. Who revel in this knowledge, as I do over words. Sometimes, I think there could be nothing more comfortable and comforting, than to be F. Kafka, Tea Merchant. My father would be ecstatic.
DE
In The Line of Fire On Twitter