'In this God-awful mess of waiting for 'self' to subside, it comes to me that everything is (in its way) the mere reflecting of that scattered and shattering form of mass we recognize as space/time in some supposed irretrievability of form and image. Nothing much to be done but to part from that idea and - leaving it behind - alight to a new and second creation; one of unlimited possibility and shape and form, all together.' 
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:41 PM
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'Posting an image to the brain; something dwindled and fading now - an old reminder, an idea of what once was.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:30 PM
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'Wherever Mr. Gaetano walks, he leaves something behind. Like a curtain to a secret room, one hides the other and both conceal their momentary truths.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:20 PM
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'What is it we are seeking, and to what direction are we headed? The outside air, like a lamp-lit contraption in need of repair, oozed red with messages scrawled and sloppy. But no one took time to notice.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 7:28 PM
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'I caught up to the idea on some afternoon walk - every juxtaposition can lead us to somewhere else. Reason being what it is - there really is no destination fixed in anyone's mind. We just move along.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 7:21 PM
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You can surmise all that I am from what it is you read about me herein - experiences and outlooks philosophies and viewpoints too. "For God's sake ! will SOMEONE please read this stuff - it's very important."
