No one inquired to purchase my alarm clock from craigslist. The ad read as follows:

I’m taking a year off to travel and am selling everything that I’m not taking with me.

This hideous machine maintains time in a crude light-emitting display. During the day it appears harmless enough, but in the early morning hours it will abruptly cry with a horrific series of beeps. I do not recommend being near it when this happens.

An otherwise delightful and peaceful sleep will be killed as this device bellows its vile sounds. This will continue until you ritualistically accept its demonic power and prematurely rise from your slumber. This “alarm” will persist until the demon has been appeased by feeding on your dreams, letting you sleep in a tortured sequence of 9 minute intervals… the demon euphemistically refers to the feeding as “snooze”.

With every beep your soul will slowly die. This process will continue until the demon has completely devoured your hopes and dreams, leaving you a lifeless husk– blindly waking without purpose. Once this process is complete you will feel no pain, only a vague sense of yearning for a life beyond the bounds of suffering.

Not a single reply. I ended up selling it to a nice young lady who was purchasing kitchenware and thought she could use this in her bathroom as nothing more than a clock, huh.

No longer the centerpiece of a cosmic order
At best an inconsequently spinning jewel
In a schism between life and death

Foundations of dogma crumble down
Leaving a crisis of identity in
An uncertain world

We search inward while reaching outward
Vainly grasping in both hands
The delusions of yesterdays past

Without reason or order
This tireless journey will be fulfilled
In the struggle of our existence

Sometimes you find something
So amazing and so incredible
That all you can think is to
Share the experience.

As if by sharing it will validate
That it is real
And that you are real
Perhaps not alone in
Those moments of rapture

I love looking further forward
Past what is known and
Beyond what is clear
There we see in a most
Uncertain haze
Opportunity most
Beautiful

Look closely, those are cows
They escaped, wandered into the street and made way to the ocean
On one hand it’s probably dangerous for them to be on the highway
But this answers a vague question floating in my mind

Everytime I see them staring stupidly chewing cud
I wonder if they long for the freedom of running
Freely on an empty beach
Just as I do

I don’t know why I am so amused with fruity drinks

I don’t think ignorance is as blissful as we would think. I think selective awareness might be a better approach to crafting a life worth living

A reactor is known as a “breeder” if it produces more fissionable material than it consumes

Try to look ahead and see where you’re heading. Often times the landscape stretches out for miles with no exits, other times there’s choices at every turn. It’s exhilarating as every moment you’ve made distance. You have an idea but you’re unsure where you’re going or what it will look like.

The only anxiety is that moment in between, where there is no distance, no direction– it’s ironic how the answer isn’t important, it doesn’t matter what direction, just go somewhere, anywhere.

Wake up early and make yourself known to the world