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The Broken Pattern on The Carpet

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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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Crazy What You Could’ve Had

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I’m done. I’m done. I’m going to try to be done. But I need to be done. …..I don’t want to be done…. But I’m done. I think I’m done. I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but I’m going to try. Almost five and a half years of being a rock. Steady and patient. Devoted and keen. Empowered, enlightened, and grateful; I cannot be a rock any longer. My heart has atrophied. So much has changed! With her, I mean. But I have all these words saved with me that I can read over and over again, to remind me of what once was the ultimate kind of love and connection. Then I wonder, what is love

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Holly

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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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Old Words, Part 1

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Going through some hidden archives of my writing. Came across a few things that, I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by. Most of it I don’t even remember writing. I’m glad I did, though. Perhaps I’ll share more publicly here as time goes on. I wrote a number of pieces through the telling of a fictional story, or a fictional story based on real-life events; a mixing of reality, metaphor, and fantasy. This is one of them. 12/22/05 “I wasn’t really in that bad of a mood,” I recalled to myself later in the evening. I remember walking into the hall of tears and cheers and looking at all the paintings on the wall. They were animated, but lifeless

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The Girl & The Rock

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Some random, windy day there was a young girl who came upon the stump of a tree. She stood on it and decided not to move for awhile. She looked up to the fast-moving clouds and overcast skies. She looked up so long, her hair grew long and skin turned pale. The clouds kept rolling, the sun would set and rise again. She kept right on looking, waiting for something new to happen up in the sky. She didn’t even know if anything new was supposed to appear. But she kept staring and her pupils became dilated. It all began to blur together but she did not even notice. At some point, she sneezed. The tiny particals of mucus twinkled

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