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C.M. Cooper

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United States
Instagram: C.M.Cooper @cmcooper75
January 12, 2019
 

Anger is the epidermis of pain. Peel back the skin of an angry person and you will always discover internal injury. Though in opposition to our impulses, passivity is the appropriate course of treatment.
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January 12, 2019
 

Every black hole was once a star. Therefore we are naive to trust everything that shines. Sometimes that which radiates eventually consumes all the light in your world leaving you adrift in darkness armed only with a wet matchbook.
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January 2, 2019
 

Ill assessors of attributes, we sadly fail to fully appreciate the value of qualities until we are presented with their reciprocal. Which often leaves us stranded in a negative present reflecting on a positive past.
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January 4, 2019
 

Oh the irony if the sanctimonious among us hoard bad money that Heaven doesn't accept as currency.
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November 30, 2018
 

I don't know if she was the sum of all her parts... but I certainly enjoyed working the equation.
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November 18, 2018
 

She was the phobia of insurers. Possessed with a proclivity to inadvertently break things that rust failed to, she absentmindedly tested the warranty of anything entrusted her. Remnants of coffee makers, hearts, lamps, trust, formed a domestic wasteland of a future unforetold and forsaken.  She thought lamentation was a currency universally accepted for the purchase of forgiveness. But as accounts become overdrawn, lack of intent offers no consolation to the scattered pieces of shattered things.
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November 16, 2018
 

His faith was a form of paralysis, keeping him anchored to inaction. He sat patiently in the waiting room of  divine intervention while his prayers collected dust in the mailroom of Heaven until his last mortal moments when they were finally marked Return to Sender.
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October 26, 2018
 

She came into this world delightfully defective. Born with no chambers in her heart,... no means of sentimental segregation. She loved everyone and everything fully, without apprehension. It was a quality neither of innocence nor naivety, her goodness simply burned like the Olympic Torch, without cessation. One would think such indiscriminate affection might instill insecurity, but to be in the presence of that higher order, that men of the cloth speak of but never seem to unveil, imbues only awe and admiration, and a desire to somehow be lit by her divine spark.
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August 21, 2018
 

We are all stuck together in the same hotel and none of us like the music the other guests are playing. Damn the limitations of the mini bar!
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July 26, 2018
 

We are both, Pavlov and his dog. Each of us conditioning the behavior of others even as they condition our own.
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July 1, 2018
 

Life is a grain of sand on the beach of infinity, don't squander it!
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June 29, 2018
 

Most people do not have opinions, their assertions a mere regurgitation of sentiment. True opinions are arrived at through contemplations of a distillation of information mined from a polarity of sources.
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June 29, 2018
 

I spent most of my life as an atom, happily surrounded by other atoms, confused by molecules and their need to attach themselves. The problem with being an atom is, the very shell of electrons that give you power and energy, also prevent you from ever truly making contact with another atom.  It is only through the sharing of our of shells that bonds are formed. She gave me that ability. That let me lower the emotional damn that was my unwitting damnation, hoarding my thoughts and sentiments, placing them in a storage container whose lock would eventually rust to the point that no key would ever grant access.

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June 17, 2018
 

His factory of thoughts lacked the proper ventilation to allow his anger to escape. Therefore, his acerbic eruptions were unsurprising, any vessel under increasing pressure becomes combustable.
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April 18, 2018
 

If you hunger for truth, you mustn't be a picky eater.
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March 9, 2018
 

White lies are a social Splenda. An artificial sweetener cancerous to the bitter truth. We stir them into our conversations to make reality easier to swallow, but  falsehoods stick to the insides like red meat and take so much longer to digest.
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February 21, 2018
 

She felt abandoned. Thirty was an accolade she sought not to celebrate. In the small flat in which those years accumulated she wept with a candle, two dripping forms mourning the shortening of their wicks. As she pursed her lips to extinguish that which would lead to yet another loss, her aunt stayed her breath and said "Many more candles remain my Dear. There is no need for darkness." Her tears continued to flow as her face relaxed, opposing emotions sometimes yield like crop.
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February 9, 2018
 

His face appeared to be governed by distinct boundaries that his expressions refused to trespass beyond. He kept his joy on a leash as though it were an untrained dog, worried it might run off at any moment and become lost.
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February 5, 2018
 

Life itself provides enough gloom. Never allow anyone else to control your weather.
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January 6, 2018
 

We can only pave a path, we cannot force a foot forward. It is pointless to dangle a carrot in front of someone who has never tasted one. That is why weeds make ruins of our charitable endeavors.
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December 22, 2017
 

There is no one place, or single moment in time that I would program my ruby red slippers to take me to. The exchange rate on happiness fluctuates in accordance with nostalgia. It is tied to an economy of emotions manipulated by the inside trading of sounds, scents, sights, and words.
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December 19, 2017
 

His interruptions were social stratagem that he often employed in their private battle space. It was easy to derail her train of thoughts, ensuring arrival at alternate destinations.
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December 18, 2017
 

There is no I. Our singularity is a drop in the infinite pool of plurality that upon impact evolves into a WE whose font expands with every ripple of contradiction that defines us. In that sense, we are... all of us... Royalty.
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December 16, 2017
 

It takes eight minutes for the light of our sun to reach us... so when our star gives us our final sunset we will carry on with our lives for eight minutes before we realize our world has ended. I suppose we treat relationships the same way, remaining in them long after the final sunset. There is a cosmic
delay in our awareness of finality.
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December 13, 2017
 

Vanity is the step brother of dignity that wears the same suit for completely different reasons.
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November 29, 2017
 

Just because I'm right beside you,
Doesn't mean I'm on your side,
Just because we disagree,
doesn't mean we must collide,
that which follows,
determines the value of seeing eye to eye

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November 17, 2017
 

The luxury of an occupied mind is that it deafens one to discomfort.
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November 13, 2017
 

Her smile was a magnet of whatever polarity your eyes happened not to be. I couldn't help but wonder if she could be willing to waste her time on me. But, once she disrobed to enter the water I realized she didn't waste any time at all. Her seconds held purpose, and she herself was the proceeds.
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November 12, 2017
 

Violence may not always be the answer, but sometimes it helps prevent the question.
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