Grapes!

Excellent: Broken equipment, heart, and tissues (for allergies to things). 

Damn this angst! My life works in strange ways, by the doctrine of "Murphy's Law". Anything that can go wrong, will. Coincidentally, the only funny inside jokes occur when I'm not around. The things that I say without any laughs are hilarious in coming from anyone else. I'm nice, I try to help people out, and I respect people, yet no one wants to be near me. I get good grades, I'm a decent athlete and I play more instruments than you have fingers on your right hand, yet thats "just Cam." Cam held the door, oh, thats  "just Cam." He lent me his curve packet and AP Euro book.  "Just 'f'ing Cam." I tired of being "just Cam." Ponder, fifty fifty five five.

Egads. Just the other day I remembered that smell. That clean, yet filthy scent that penetrated me for so long. The hospital. It smelled thin, like a piece of paper thrown into a puddle after a dreary day. It smelled clean, the way that surgical tools and coffins are clean. It smelled like butterflies in your stomach, like bad memories and swallowing toothpaste. So clean it could make someone throw up, but they would have to get a mop and water to clean it up so as not to disturb the frail, sickly peace. Ponder, six hours in white, clean hell.

Never judge anyone. Don't listen to anyone. Believe what you perceive. Never care. The biggest mistake one can make is never making mistakes.

A video describing the best case scenario:

I actually don't know why cave fish are blind.

Crappy Harmonica, Otto Link case, and cool acousticity, plus pencils.

Good answers to questions:

Where is the bathroom?

Yes.

Do you understand me?

Usually on the left.

Why are you such an idiot?

That would be another yes.

Why did your parents let you live?

Sometimes, I do like to listen to folk music.

Its funny how people know things that other people don't but who should know. For example, my friend who doesn't believe in God (the Jakethiest) pointed out that Jobs was totally owned by God. The irony is killing me, but I will survive, I usually do. Ponder, Old Testament!

Names for my son:

Amos Bartholemew Chuckwood Darius Gaius Julius Verus Maximinis L'Chante Ezekiel Jebidiah Jeremiah Haysooz Peter (1) Jimi E-rich Norris Mortimer Pizarro Harley Woodrow Kink Earnest Atticus Hannibal Bruce Lester Coltrane Alexander the Great  Peter (2) Margo Otto Zandy Roscoe Castro Stalin. Ponder, 35 names!

Nighty nite noit.

more

blah blah

[clean] - inner cameron

forget to mention that she is so damn beautiful, smart, talented. I probably shouldn't be posting this on the world wide web, but mistakes are a beautiful thing. Ponder, indefinitely. 

Night of the Living dead aliens, from hell

pink floyd poster, stupid pencils, empty coke bottle, and buckwheat zydeco.

horror movies are a joke. And easy. You just make some people have sex then kill them all, bloodily. and the pavement is never wet. Ponder, good morning.

[explicit] - inner cameron.

heres the deal. the scoop. daily herald. i like this chick, except she hates my guts. what do i do? i be nice. hold the door. carry her books, the shit. problem is, i don't get nothing. she thinks i'm immature. [self indulgent] bullshit. if only she knew how screwed up i am inside. my soul is shivering. the things that i go through that maybe no one i know will ever go through, go through. if only she knew, maybe bitch would cut me some slack. damn. ponder, 12 13 14.

good night.

sleep tight.

don't fright

you might be alright

don't know bout myself

Lucky So and So

Excellent coca - cola float with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, two boxes of popcorn and cake.

Damn! I have never been in a car that has run out of gas. Until tonight. It wasn't that bad, waiting on the side of the road like a couple of homicidal hitch hikers. _ Bump _ piccadilly. Ponder, in the car for thirty minutes.

Exceptions: Life is full of struggle. A person who goes throughout life perfectly is a prick - the only way to truly enjoy life is to laugh at past struggle and challenge struggle to come. I may have had a terrible run, but I respect that and realise the work ahead of me. Ponder, 30 minute jog.

Now, I bid you good night

good night 

good night...

Army of Starving Arabians

iPod cord, iPod, and a beautiful saxophone with guitars.

Not only is there the word activate, but there is also the word "inactivate," to make something inactive. I feel kind of like that - inactivated, in my dormant stage. If I don't vent soon, I will explode, like a volcano, only not as cool and certainly not as deadly. At least the to people around me. So many things bubbling up inside me. I feel like I have to been strong, for my situation - if I show any sign of weakness, a huge dolphin will erupt and destroy me. Until then, I am strong, you damn dolphin. Ponder, infinitely.

I think that every song is about love, in some way. Just like every story in humanity is about struggle. I challenge you - find a story that is without struggle. If you do that, then you get nothing. Except a discontented glare that you wont even see. But do it! Ponder, the cube root of sixteen to the fourth power. 

Lover

what do i seek?

from thee?

a little love?

which maybe...

wont it work out?

if i work on it?

and you forget the past?

and especially the last bit...

as i look?

creepily and longingly?

from afar?

if only i could agree...

Cool cats - jus chill an get back to me in when that morning light peeks 'bove the treetops and you feel tired.