Gaius Coffey
@gaiuscoffey.bsky.social
Celebrating the inherent lack of meaning in existence through futile acts of nihilist insignificance and sesquipedalian initiative. Also writing.
My posts' clear aim is incomplete.
September 15, 2025 at 9:59 AM
My posts' clear aim is incomplete.
My posts today are short and sweet.
September 15, 2025 at 9:59 AM
My posts today are short and sweet.
My posts so far must tempt it not.
September 15, 2025 at 9:58 AM
My posts so far must tempt it not.
How might I tempt iambic bot?
September 15, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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?
With magnificent striped equine head,
Did that zebra roam free,
When the yanks called him Z,
To rhyme with a joint in his leg?
July 21, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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?
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.
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.
July 17, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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.
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.
May 14, 2025 at 2:58 AM
On the upside, I finally know the ending. On the downside, it is 4AM so I’ll be too tired to write it.
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.
The void of my posting though blank intellectually asserts still my freedom online here contextually.
May 11, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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.
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
My words do not excite the rabble
May 6, 2025 at 7:19 PM
I quip and jest and rant and babble
My words do not excite the rabble
My words do not excite the rabble
With careless eye I tempt the bot,
Success so far is not a lot.
Success so far is not a lot.
May 6, 2025 at 7:10 PM
With careless eye I tempt the bot,
Success so far is not a lot.
Success so far is not a lot.
Reposted by Gaius Coffey
Reposted by Gaius Coffey
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.
April 15, 2025 at 3:50 AM
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.
April 14, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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.
April 14, 2025 at 2:54 PM
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.
April 14, 2025 at 1:17 PM
My words, once scattered, sink and flounder until my readership is rounder.
I am to iambs not a pet, yet scatter words without regret.
April 14, 2025 at 12:59 PM
I am to iambs not a pet, yet scatter words without regret.