May 2012
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I admire how lazily the grass rolls down a hill it blankets it sprawls I am in awe at the way nature spills crashes into something so delicate as a moment
~C.B.M
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sometimes wonderful people can be terrible parents its almost not their fault they just don’t seem to understand that children aren’t some crock pot that you can fill with trinkets and mementos good intentions and well meanings stir and just hope for the best we are people people cannot be filled there is not some recipe to this shit there isn’t a number to call and there...
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April 2012
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“There is nothing more enchanting and disheartening than the slow dawning of the...”
– C.B.M
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“Sometimes in this life you must be half crazy in order to be completely sane.”
– C.B.M
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“The sweet spot of most relationships; whether its between parent and child, mate...”
– C.B.M
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how do you steal something from a thief? how can you misremember a belief? how can do I climb to the top? how do I remember how to stop?
how can I tell she cares? how do I disect the glares?
how do I find where to go? when I get there how will I know?
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“Greatness inspires imitation”
– ~C.B.M
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coarse wood benches bleached mud walls murky still water catch us as we fall cold text books sleepy starved looks teach us keep us catch us as we fall what shall we learn as our would turns the center of us all won’t you catch us as we fall no girls here boys pedal fear learn the reproach push us we’re close watch us as we fall
~C.B.M
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When I wake up
and slink to the bathroom I always stop in the hallway and glance at my reflection in the mirror half hoping that it will stare stoically at me and say “Me and you buddy! Together were gonna take on the world!” it never does though. It kind of just stares are me wistfully almost as if it’s waiting for me to do something…anything…just make the first move. I almost...
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Human nature is betrayed by the first word in its moniker and is by that very essence, bizarre. All behavior no matter how righteous nor malevolent is imitated. Only after understanding these two truths and peeling back that initial layer of shock and befuddlement can life; people truly begin to become interesting.
~C.B.M
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While at the doctor’s office today they asked me to fill out a form. A series of questions and dashes used to better ascertain just how much money I’m worth. Is that not life at its rawest? Questions and dashes; worth? If only it were that easy. I surely do wonder. Who is Life’s emergency contact?
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I think I’ve broken it; my life. I scribble my desires all over my face but no one seems to take the time to read. I spend my days clawing up this great infested urinary tract of an existence only to slip back down to the bottom as I day dream of something better. I day dream all the time. That means its broken right? My life? It’s not truly supposed to be this way is it? I’m not...
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have you ever heard the sound of feet beating the street the patterned hitched step sway of a zoot suit warlord who’s time tempered carapace is only betrayed by random flashes of violence and love their honeysuckle words can calm the most violent of emotions his will will redirect your life rules rule with a promise of divinity and a whisper witheld city blocks are building blocks not...
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Where The Pages Take Me
lost deep in another place a cold fastidious calm was painted along ridges of my imagination with all the sharp lines of Corsica a cough buries itself in my throat I look up the corners of the end tables and bookcases all seemed to be pointing at something I slowly slide my fingers down the bars of her rib cage and almost hear her shudder in delight a prism of happiness seems to grow from all...
