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FPOTD:
10/23/25 7:05am
Everything that needs to be said has already been said.
But since no one was listening,
everything must be said again.
—André Gide
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Preface
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stumble in the old-man-manner,
a long sleep full of unremembered dreams,
my watch happily informs nmI
is, was, am.
'fully rested'
after a wonderful evening of Mediterranean delicacies,
and Dance,
French ballet dancers exquisite,
who mold their bodies
in homage to gravitation,
but more on that in a later
"episode'
let's us re~rebellion re-begin:
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stumble in the old-man-manner,
grab my tablet and helloooooo,oooo,
am greeted by the above,
Les Mots d'André Gide(1)
before eye opened, before my elixir of Caribbean mixture,
this hard slap of wr but dryly,
words,
naively knocks me, totters me, and before I read on further,
the composition stretches my mind,
to confess, to admit, to knowing
that you and I have long silently all (along) have known this,
"Everything that needs to be said has already been said."
and yet we write;
we, by the mega~thousands come to
homage ourselves,
using words,
presumably sequentially never prior ever~uttered,
and a grizzled unshaven face,
his father~confessor,
his bathroom mirror,
e-mocks me-with kindly grace,
that we should (n)ever have had that peculiar thought,
n(ever ever)
pass through our brains...
and the courage to cease, thus to please,
is right here - right now,
beggar my thoughts to go elsewhere,
in embarrassed silent priv-a-see,
and you can say,
Amen
and ponder it yourself
and power on through it
in wheee, (3)
shame and glee,
and write on,
unjustifiably,
but on (and on),
moreover-endlessly,
trying for our own
originality,
somehow
despite, even Andre
yup, him too,
this verily same thought was
written thousands years before
by the Psalmist, The Preacher, the King
Solomon,
and taught to me as a young boy,
in that poet's native tongue, Hebrew,
"there is nothing new under the sun"^
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Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
ONCE is less than MORE but if you go off
allow something to grab you if you fall
inside pollen-eye bites when you
taste blue and smell summer zeros hiding
inside
a hookah vision ,,__,, defies logic
bends the Divine Proportion of smAll
a supra sutra deluxe rule fights cRhyme
sends the devils running
higher fly these angels
so heavy to consider this;
once is less than more
is less than
less
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than zero
0
02.28.2020
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
in times of
complete
and utter ruin
the image that
runs laps
around my head
is that of:
eric andre
staring
into nothingness
and hannibal buress
screaming
for help
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
I smiled today....
I smiled today because I remembered your smile. How infectious it was like a plague but was able to cure a sickness, a smile that came with a glow in your eyez.
A smile that was contagious and was guaranteed to make me or others smile. A smile that was a sight for sore eyez.
I laughed today....
I laughed today because I remembered how your laugh sounded, how it was music to my ears in a uncontrollable hysterical sense.
To the point where our faces turned red while holding our sides so our ribs don't split.
How your laughter echoed in a room as the sound was intertwined with mine.
And how such laughter was filled with happiness and joy for that timeless moment in time.
I frowned today....
I frowned today because now all I have is the memory of your smile.
I time travel in my thoughts searching for that sight and realize how life is so fragile.
I don't see it physically, I can only see it with my eyez closed.
Hoping that I never forget how it looks as my memory fades when I grow old.
I cried today....
I cried today because your laughter can no longer beat my ear drum.
I can no longer hear the vibrations of your voice, I now have to imagine the sound of your laughter because you’re gone and no longer to hear from.
I cried today and those tears were lead from a frown.
Remembering how your laughter was hysterical made me cry hysterically cuz I can no longer hear that sound.
But..... Today, I smiled.
I smiled today because of you and it's been a while....
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror's
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it's own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Andre Andre Andale Ariba!
So do my fingers slide up,
And they slide down my guitar neck,
Getting hurt is imminent.
These guitar licks will hurt sweetly.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC