What if the world were to melt today? Not like the polar ice caps melting, not just something turning from liquid to solid, more going from a state of solidity, to a state of liquidity. The world around you just started to slowly seep downward and mix with itself like a Dali clock. What would that mean, where would we go and what would happen next? If the world melted why wouldn't we just stand there and sink, what would keep us boyant and above the rest of the world, or would we just melt too? Would we combine with the world and become part of it's liquid existance? Is the world melting now?

Cameron

Around me the world comes to a close. What I know to be there seems to not, and what I try to find is never. Where I walk there is null and where I go there is a lacking. The music courses through my viens like a drug, I lose track of time. The time ticks but does not pass, I don't let it go I hold onto every second as though it were my last and hope to all that seemingly does exist that it will never leave me. By that time ten more have passed and I have lost my first. I sit with my eyes closed, the world around me dark. My world is dark but the lights are on, the glare of the flourecents burning. I forget where I am and hold onto the sheets beneath me and try to find myself, in my bed, in my life, somewhere. I get lost again, my pillow saves me with dreams of nightmares.

Cameron

I know I have been writting a lot of deep stuff lately, but tonight all I have to say is, Damn, Porn and Chicken Alfredo Pizza party was a hit, definately a new thursday tradition. Next time We will just try for Porn and Chicken...or Porn and Pizza...

Cameron

My nose fills like a sink with a fire hose being sprayed into it. I lay here with my head pounding, my thoughts stirring, and my nose running. A cold, a common cold they say. It has no cure; I think it has no end. The Nyquil burns as in slides down my throat. Both my nose and my thoughts stop running. Slowly the lines blur and my world becomes what the green liquid tells me it is. It is nothing, it is a non existent place that just holds you from sleep. The world around you is just the world inside your head, let it be and fall asleep. But I cling, I hold onto everything and anything, I try to make reality mine. I hold onto the last shard of reality and realize that I won’t see it again until 8 tomorrow morning.

The scream of the guitar whines along the air, making homework difficult, making the air cluttered. It screeches louder now, holding everyone’s attention. Three floors up the air still holds the whisper of the scream. My grape soda is getting warm; the glass is yet cool but the liquid slowly warming, changing. My desk is cluttered like the air, slowly undulating with my everyday messes, my life, and my scotcharoos. The guitar has ended, but the noise still rings. The posters in my room stare at me, entice me, and hold my thoughts on them.

I go Through the Doors, and Morrison shows me the way. If only the Doors could tell my cabinets to change color. I still can’t get over the off yellow, off tan, off color.

Sleep only comes to me when I do not want it. My board gains the writings of many and yet is erased in just one quick swipe. If only my world could do the same.


Random Note: Hey everyone I need stuff to hang on the walls in my dorms, give suggestions, give art, either way help me out so I can beautify my walls!

Cameron