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Name: Cameron
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Lancaster
Gender: Male
Interests: music, guitar, writing, reading, listening, music, women, philosophy, theology, physics (-mathematical aspect), psychology
Expertise: Guitar
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  waywornwanderer5
Member Since:
5/7/2006
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| The other night I cut my hair and shaved my beard.
I don't exactly know why aside from, I wanted to wake up and not recognize myself.
I was on Cape Cod at the time. We got back today.
It was an old table
In the family for generations
The wood split in two
Bifurcated by the timely switch of the guards.
Each splinter held a cell
The grains pushed together
Molecules joined and shaking
Each against the others
Creates a storm of my bedroom
And the clouds were born today
Sundrenched and sinking in the wind
I will float until I'm buried
I will float until I'm fire.
I don't really know what that's about, but I woke up and it was in my notebook. So cheers.
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| Okay, so I forgot
about xanga. And then about life. And now I forget what I had to say.
Oh yeah. In the process of forgetting about life, at some point I
became a portrait on the wall of a castle in the Swiss Alps. I don't
know how it happened either. But then! This one's the best, I became a
burnout. And I lost contact with my brain. Until today, contemplative
day. Too cold though, way too cold. And I blacked out and fell in love
with nothing in particular. I've got nothing to live up to. Except some
things you've said recently. I don't really remember the words, just
the impressions of them I have. My memories are like that. Vague
impressions filled with colors and shapes. Sometimes rock and sand, or
love, and cheer, and broken glass, and tree stumps, and snakes with
holes in their eyes. People I remember most vividly. Flickering
silhouettes. With pastel backgrounds. But it always feels like
something's missing. As if my mind removed the moon from the sky, in
all of my memories. So if all of the impressions I have of my
experiences are shifting, floating, geometric points in time, why
shouldn't that be all I ever experience?
It's alright ma,
(I'm only sighing.)
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| "Say "Hello" to the shrinking in your head.
You can't see it, but you know it's there
So don't neglect it."
I guess it's been a while. A lot has happened. I've gone off the deep end.
And I've got this numb feeling all over me that I suppose we'll call writer's block;
because that's what it leads to.
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| Hello. I am Cameron. Board
my magical space cruising cruiser. I want you to see the world like I
do. I inhabit an infinite space of nothing. Or everything? Care to
join? Super duper! We're done here.
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| It's a boardgame
You're a shoe.
Fake money
Get out of jail free.
I have concluded that Monopoly is
really life. And vice versa. You know how near the end of every game
someone always screams and flips over the board? That's you dying.
Don't like it? Deal with it. It's just as plausible as your religion.
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