Author Archives: Michael Robinson

About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.

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If I were a unicorn stuck in human skin it’d make a lot of sense. Advertisements

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Did you read this? Does it matter? I care so much that I’m heard but so rarely do people notice unless I chatter and then it’s only to point out I talk too much. I’m afraid of silence but that’s … Continue reading

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I wish I could inspire an artist to paper and pen. To bring to life myself, again, simply because he loves me so much he can’t help but make more of me.

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People often think I’m angry or frustrated when really? I’m excited. I’m into it. I’m engaging. “Why are you so frustrated?” is the most frustrating thing. I wasn’t till a second ago, thanks. A friend often says she has no … Continue reading

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Is life a series of milestones that we continue to see over and over because we keep forgetting it’s a circle?

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The story of my life: I should be doing work.

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I have a puppy and I think he loves me he wants to be near me (especially if he can hear me) even when sleeping. Sometimes I wonder if he loves me because I feed him pet him play with … Continue reading

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The unlovable person who is a lovable figure. I wrote this about myself long enough ago to have forgotten. It’s a trap. If others claim to love me I can claim they love the figure.  

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Inktober 19: The Imperial Assassin

“Have you heard from your bee?” “No, sire, but the hive is buzzing. No doubt the little worker bees will have some information to share soon.” “Be sure it is so.” The Emperex left the small room, their cloak floating … Continue reading

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Inktober 18: The Space Beast

The old woman bustled about in the small galley kitchen. “Just sit on either chair, I don’t mind either.” I looked at the two armchairs; one was clearly sagged and more used than the other, so I left it empty … Continue reading

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