Gaius Coffey

I would love to reduce my emails to that number. How does one achieve it?

My posts' clear aim is incomplete.

My posts today are short and sweet.

My posts so far must tempt it not.

How might I tempt iambic bot?

Was there once a zebra called Z,
With magnificent striped equine head,
Did that zebra roam free,
When the yanks called him Z,
To rhyme with a joint in his leg?

It is a long time since last I did post,
And I bet you have missed me much less than most,
Still with this rhyme of whimsical poesy,
I amuse myself and keep my cheeks rosy.

On the upside, I finally know the ending. On the downside, it is 4AM so I’ll be too tired to write it.

Noodle.

I bet they taste like chicken.

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Deciding whether to feel validated or persecuted?
Is this the hill to die on?
Were I to be filthy rich perhaps I’d have a scion, a wealthy baby lobster to fight for me this battle, hopefully without a war where people die like cattle.

I have nothing to put here worthy of note but insist I might type it and say what I wrote.
The void of my posting though blank intellectually asserts still my freedom online here contextually.

I quip and jest and rant and babble
My words do not excite the rabble

With careless eye I tempt the bot,
Success so far is not a lot.

PhD Timeline xkcd.com/3081

Happy #Easter Weekend! 🤣

You are saying it’s lost that X-factor?

Not yet blown away by it… but less repulsed by the feed suggestions… so…

First they came for the innocent man deported to a Salvadoran gulag on an “administrative error” they falsely claim they’re powerless to reverse, flouting court orders even from the Supreme Court — and I spoke out, because I know how the damn poem ends.

I maybe now should write some prose, not scroll to doom in phone repose.

And now my feed does not preempt with blankish void or words unkempt.

My words, once scattered, sink and flounder until my readership is rounder.

I am to iambs not a pet, yet scatter words without regret.