Tweetzilla: The Evil Blue Raptor

Innocent in direction
I was simply walking and conversing with a dear friend
we were discussing Existentialism
peppering our profound dialogue with
philosophical musings on Impressionism
we fancied ourselves brutally brilliant
beneath the miles of cadence, I was vastly superior
my dear friend had labeled, Albert Pinkham Ryder an Impressionist
calling out, Moonlight Marine, 1870
I was courteous, as always, letting it pass that the reclusive artist, Ryder
was a student of Expressionism
and that’s when the sky darkened
a horrid thing circling above
twitter
monstrously proportioned and diabolically blue with a ‘mawful’ of rotting flesh
its breath alone could expunge lower Manhattan
this consuming creature, was screeching numbers in succession
I spied symbols seared into its flesh, several feet above its talons
– the width of sewer pipes
the markings appeared to be random hashtags and a number
# # # 140
I quickly deduced it was counting my words
but it wasn’t just counting my words
the bastard beast
was counting each letter I spoke
what cruel thing was upon me
this damnable blue bird
if I uttered more characters than the tolerated amount
it would surely kill me
140, 140, 140…
# HELP!
tweetzillaBluebell, as I affectionately call this fellow was created a few years ago. I recently ‘tweeted’ for theย  first time. I was a tad ‘stupified’ by Twitter’s character counter, as I attempted to be succinct. Adding insult to injury – Twitter told me I had to be more clever – too many characters… and I thought, aha, there’s fun to be had here. You know, it’s quite difficult writing something meaningful when it comes from a place of less character…140, 140, 140… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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38 thoughts on “Tweetzilla: The Evil Blue Raptor

  1. Character crunching leads to text speak, an abomination I will not tolerate, We have a beautiful language and if you insist of truncating its use don’t bother texting me for I refuse to respond. I Quit Facebook for the same reason. My nieces didn’t understand and tried ridiculing me. We no longer speak.

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  2. Those eyes! Forget the teeth and beak, Those eyes! I am a non-tweeter. That’s probably a good thing as it takes me more than 140 characters to introduce a thought, a lot more to complete one. Great post and Bluebell has some captivating eyes, Oh My! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • Ah, thank you.
      Bluebell kind of grows on you after awhile.
      I just set up a Twitter acct for the blog on a fellow blogger’s recommendation. It is ever so challenging writing with 140 characters or less.
      Have a lovely day.
      Keep an eye out for giant blue birds ๐Ÿ˜‰
      annmarie

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  3. Miss AM, I do like this so very much — love the tone, which is fun and kind of quirky and reminds me a lot of Lydia Davis, who is one of my very favorite writers. I also like the “turn” this piece takes when the creature appears, and the Twitterville humor is such a very nice touch indeedy. Great art, as always (as always, those eyes). Hope you’re feeling better today, Miss. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • I do so appreciate your kindness.
      I like to try all different kinds of approaches – and I can also be quite the moody Italian – so watch out – you never know what’s coming next ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Have a lovely day.
      annmarie ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. First of all, your vocabulary is very strong, rather astounding, I aspire to be a writer like you someday. The play on blue bird was very much thought-provoking! You are a great writer already!
    See you again…!

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