Let's be Real with Ourselves

Looking at life through the ticks and clicks,
of a box-toothed, straight-faced, mummy,
mouth chattered, with the vibration,
of bats clattering against its hollow interior.

Maybe this place needs a designer,
or perhaps we just want everything to be pretty,
like a girl applying makeup before bed,
with the comfort of being presentable,
but her only visitor is a pillow,
which takes the smears of her restless sleep kindly,
smudging and removing the get-up,
until when morning comes it smiles,
with the broken collage of a mismatched notion.

No, there must be an outdoors,
away from the decorative ballroom,
where mud and grass and bees have free reign,
in a dominion with little rules and vast bounds,
where we are allowed to stub our toes,
or scrape our feet upon a stone and bleed,
to let our insides spill out in a splash of color,
and understand why the animals laugh without reserve.

Logic (Shown in the Spirit of Nerdom)

F = f(A,B,C) = (A ⊕ B)C

as shown below:
And when it works, the LED lights up:
I'm glad that I'm not a digital hardware engineer, and you should be glad as well, seeing as this took me two hours to plan and build. In all fairness, it's my first logic circuit, but it is considered very elementary by digital guys. I call it spaghetti.

Here's what a 'hard' project looks like:
Now that's some crazy stuff.

May it be Greater than my Dream

I remember what I dreamt last night,
a first in a long time of a restless murk,
of course it made little sense, a clear reflection
of my life, like a glass pattern, seemingly shattered,
rather rebounding in a complicated way...
I wandered through a monstrous projection of an old school building,
catacombed with greenhouses, courtyards, and classrooms,
but not a single hallway, and with every door I opened,
I interrupted another lecture, unable to find a designated path,
to where ever I was going, yet I knew I was making progress,
for I continued to head forward, ignoring the confused looks I received.

I did not mind the feeling of all those eyes, questioning my course,
I am not uncomfortable with being uncomfortable,
though I can lose myself in the cells ahead that were not created
by people with the intention of traveling onward,
I will push through without heeding those who haven't gone before me,
I will single-minded follow He who is always before me.