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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Worthless Space

I think I realized this blog was really only existing for one person. I have no interest in sharing such intimate details with anyone else. I didn’t/don’t care that anyone else reads. So now, since I’ve shut her out of my view and assume the opposite has occurred, too, I have little use for this space. Besides, only one person even bothered to ask for part 2 of my surgery blog. Just goes to show how many are truly interested. I’m not hurt by that, because it’s not surprising. I will probably end up changing this layout… maybe to something more appropriate to my online life. Less focus on this rotting corpse of a blog and more on Twitter and/or

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Crazy What You Could’ve Had

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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What’s NEW?

In the mood to write, I am not. But I haven’t done so in awhile, during a very hectic time in my life, so I figure I should. (side note: I do “tweet” a lot, so you can at least be paying attention to that…) So, what’s going on. New Years just happened. Dan called me a couple nights before and invited me to something quite special. A private party in Brooklyn with Amanda Palmer from The Dresden Dolls, along with 60 or so other people, followed by a concert of hers at The Bowery Ballroom. Admittedly, I’ve never been able to get into her music but I could appreciate it and the conviction she puts into it. So, I

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Old Words, Part 1

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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