Pigeons Carry Diseases and Muss Up the Place

You know those rare moments when something triggers a laughing fit that just goes on forever? An hour, at least. I miss them. This scene; watched when I was about 15 or 16, completely blew me away. A clip, out of context, will certainly not have the same effect on anyone else, but I was a young teenager, trying to soak in all the David Lynch I could via Blockbuster Video. My friend Tom and I were renting Lynch’s movies one after another, submerging ourselves in the bizarre, dark and often frightening surrealism of Lynch’s work. For days. So when we got to this scene in WILD AT HEART, we both quickly collapsed in hysterics. Rewinded the tape about 30

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Fixes

Not that it matters all that much, but I finally fixed the layout when you do a search or view an archived page of this blog. So… there’s something. Also, you may notice a new link up where the Twitter scroller is that links to an archive of every tweet I’ve ever made. It’s exactly the kind of thing I’ve been looking for since starting Twitter. I don’t know how often it updates itself, but I think it’s enough that it won’t inconvenience me or anyone else searching through my past tweets… which… will most likely only be me anyway. I’ve been feeling so much lately. I should be writing. Man, I should really be writing this all down, getting

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The Broken Pattern on The Carpet

Originally written/posted by Coz on June 10, 2005 in cozbaldwin.com – Uncensored. “I hate emo rock,” she says as she takes the last drag from a cigarette she never smoked and turns off the TV. A few moments of silence pass between them as they stared at the same broken pattern on the carpet before he interjects a little chuckle. A confused an annoyed “What?” is asked, as if to express disgust even by hearing his laugh. “I just think it’s so weird, you know? We stare at the same fragments of carpet and come up with different theories for how it became so.” “I really don’t see what that has to do with anything.” “No, you just don’t want

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The Standing Ovation

Have I ever told you about the first time I acted? I was in high school. Senior year. I had interest in taking the drama class for a few years but it wasn’t open to underclassmen until I was actually IN senior year. Bugger. The first half of the year was spent mainly reading plays in class at our desks, watching movies and plays on film. By the time mid-terms came up, we were ready for our first big assignment: To perform a soliloquy from either MacBeth or Hamlet. If necessary, we could use another classmate to read a line or two during it. If I remember correctly, there had to be at least 32 lines or something within the

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A True Christmas Story

This is a true account written just after Christmas 1999 about an event which happened a few days earlier. Being the shut-in that I was at the time, please put yourself in the shoes of someone who really tries to avoid contact with most everyone for unexplainable reasons. Thursday Night, December 23rd. I go to my psychologist’s office for my weekly session. I’m a little early so I sit in my car for 15 minutes or so puffing away on a cigarette. In that time I spot a girl who looks to be in her early 20’s inside the lobby’s big glass doors. She’s sitting on the steps with long brown hair, as she ties her shoe. She grabs hold

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Holly

I do plan on writing a mini-memoir about my surgery, post-op complications this week, and whatever else… but so far I’ve only felt like soaking in rest and relaxation, so I’ve not been inclined to do it yet. In the meantime, I would like to share a story I wrote a number of years ago and just found again. Unlike some re-postings, I have no other purpose for posting this again other than I thought it was pretty good. Originally published elsewhere on January 17th, 2004 “Bottoms up.” she says as she told me she just found her ex-fiancé asleep in bed with her roommate. Also sleeping. Also topless. A shot of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum runs down her throat

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