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About | MBC Written
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I’m Matthew. 21 and in College. I live in New York, and I’m a writer, musician, and cartoonist. I’m currently learning Mandarin and have a Parakeet. My Advocate, Coffee. Mundane Personal Life Post. Realist And Rockstar, Writer And Poet. On Tenant and Landlord. Weekly Writing Chall…. On Tenant and Landlord. On Tenant and Landlord. On Tenant and Landlord. Freshly Riffed 48: D…. On Tenant and Landlord. August 20, 2013. Thanks for following BuildingMyBento and for liking various posts about Asia, Matthew!
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Four Seasons Of Fixation | MBC Written
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August 17, 2013. Four Seasons Of Fixation. I go through seasons in which I become interested in only one thing and with great tunnel vision, be it literature, music, Death Metal, or Anime. When I am in Literature Season, I read compulsively. Or re-read my favorites compulsively, and if I’m lucky, make new favorites. This is my favorite Season. I am currently in the middle of my second reading of Stop-Time by Frank Conroy. I am now in Anime Season. A time not to create, or to think, but to consume. Notify...
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Realist And Rockstar, Writer And Poet | MBC Written
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August 21, 2013. Realist And Rockstar, Writer And Poet. Charles Bukowski once wrote that he hated talking to other writers about writing. He didn’t say why, but I know why I do: they are other writers, and I want to be the only writer in the world. All through grade school up until high school my peers would butcher words and sentences from readings that I would recite flawlessly. It went straight to my head. I have this image of a writer who is eccentric, hyper, cynical and Woody Allen-ish; or bitter, v...
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Bachelor Diet | MBC Written
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August 20, 2013. There were two weeks during which I only ate sardines. Those weeks being an exception, I usually eat well. I can no longer eat sardines. I usually make chicken cutlets or minute steaks (which I am growing sick of) and a side of some kind of vegetable; lately they have been frozen. The drinks are usually the same, as well: tomato juice or iced tea. Soda occasionally, but with guilt. My diet is neither poor nor rich, but altogether monotonous. There was also a time when I only ate pasta, b...
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My Advocate, Coffee | MBC Written
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October 10, 2013. My Advocate, Coffee. I am addicted to coffee and to memories. Coffee makes me high and giddy and memories make me calm and reverent. Upper and downer. I laugh at nothing at all on an otherwise mundane thursday and then I realize: it is the coffee. It is the coffee that makes me so romantic and nostalgic and… that is what brings on the memories. And before a blazing sunset saturating the sky in deep infinite orange, my memories come on. It must be the coffee. My Advocate, Coffee.
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Figures And Metal | MBC Written
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August 17, 2013. I had bought used clothes online before, but they were always packaged neatly, even professionally. But this box bore my name and address on it, hand-written on a loose-leaf label, with wobbly penmanship that now brings to mind the underside of Woody’s right boot. However I got drunk a week later and recorded four more guitar tracks, the fourth, during which I was most tired and intoxicated, being mostly mistakes that I would have to edit out to cobble together a decent song. Notify me o...
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MBC Written | Memoirs | Page 2
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Harrowing Signs of Autumn. August 15, 2013. The cool weather brings back three memories. In chronological order: one of the first Halloweens I ever missed, one of a lover I cried for, and one of my first drug experiences. And always, the cool weather reminds me of all Halloweens, it having been my favorite holiday as a child. I’d imagine animals sense the coming of fall in a similar way. I then cried in her lap. It was Halloween and I was in middle school. I smoked it quickly out of a crusty black one-hi...
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Childhood Powers | MBC Written
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August 23, 2013. When I was ten I had special powers. In a platonic game of truth or dare between my cousin and myself, I was asked what my “deepest, darkest secret” was. 8220;Well,” I remember starting out, “I can control things with my mind. But don’t tell anyone! I could communicate mentally with animals, and by staring into their eyes, they could “feel” my thoughts. It was Franny with whom I can most relate in Salinger’s. Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters. Next post →. My Advocate, Coffee. You are...
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August | 2013 | MBC Written
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Monthly Archives: August 2013. August 23, 2013. When I was ten I had special powers. In a platonic game of truth or dare between my cousin and myself, I was asked what my “deepest, darkest secret” was. 8220;Well,” I remember starting out, “I can control things with my mind. But don’t tell anyone! I could communicate mentally with animals, and by staring into their eyes, they could “feel” my thoughts. It was Franny with whom I can most relate in Salinger’s. Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters. All throug...
