Why do we humans bother having a point or making any sense?
Why do we humans have criteria, norms, agendas, rules, and plans?
Most perverse kinks in all the universe never have a valid case
Why do we humans have to need a coherence-myth amid the mess?
Thumbs and fingers weave derivative kitsch and trains-of thought blend wonders
Sculpted clay and oil-on-canvas are childish toys of old-age madness
Taste and see the loudest-amplitude nostril-stinks of each brief decade
Now could be the nanosecond before the planet Earth goes rancid
Lick tongues, confess your climaxes with candid, blunt songs
Swim through the neurogalaxies where comets cut strings
Wipe the bums of meritocracy’s elect until death
Love every neurotypical and freak throughout growth
Arguments throughout The Blogosphere bloom with counterpoint
Cyberspace is where graffiti becomes a sacrament
Winnipeg is still my favorite municipality
Even the Provencher Bridge has an air of majesty
We eccentrics are tired of dark, blank zeitgeists that are all the same
Let our lenses refract the light, love enemies and hate their harm
Yes, our teleomazes change each journey where we intersect
We exist and become the real truth nobody can just accept
Let’s endure vivid dreams in the name of the mouth who sings our fate
Metaverbed metanouns are gifts for the mouth who doesn’t bite
We are all one and we, the universe, enact the tranceful dance
Why do we humans bother having a point or making any sense?
O Blogosphere, our home in cyberland
True soapbox-love, we comment and we spam
With glowing monitor-screens, we rise
On blogsites paid or free
From far and wide, O Blogosphere
We correspond through thee
Content and speech open and free
Our samizdat for all the world to see
O Blogosphere, we post our stuff on thee
“Hi, just got this invite will set it up later today thanks.. Holly”
Please feel free to hack and cyberstalk me all that you want
My faith kept the “only human” sane and now I am spent
Just blame all who fail to fit your definition of “health”
Real truth fails to teach the world the wisdom needed for growth
Enter the introspective realm of soul’s-autumn, here, now
Listen to all you want to hear or kiss youth you once knew
Winnipeg bites my skin with hungry wind-chill at this time
Typing at this computer now, I feel autumn’s dream-calm
Healed minds learn to just kiss the entire universe
Trudge through trials and sing sighs of inhaled ambience
I have an Asperger Brain in my cranium
Born in the death of the second millennium
Wetware is the truth within human skulls, wetware is what we are
Asperger within my skull doesn’t bite, nor does it need a cure
Readers are confused, I’ve made peace with how often I’m misconstrued
Making you aware that we do exist heals me, and makes me proud
Life is never a short-cut through the scenic-route of perspective
Yes I breathe with a pulse here, yes I’m still awake and proactive
I’m affirming denied real truth and raising public awareness
I am married and gay, not here to “cam” or court any “honeys”
Choose thoughts, think the thoughts you choose to think, and believe the beliefs you need to believe
Let’s make peace with all we see and hear in eachother’s ways to survive
That won’t happen now within my lifetime, and making a difference is my only intent
Please feel free to hack and cyberstalk me all that you want
What do you microcosm-dwellers want now?
Comfort-zones shelter you from any clear view
We supplied all of the demands you made blind
Go enjoy everything your fingers fine-tuned
Drink every over-marketed and synthetically-concocted hype-juice
Go stew in cult-indoctrinated perceptions of your gains as grave loss
Preach all the Churchianity you can liturgize, and share your bad breath
Go fail to learn how everything is informative in terms of real truth
Let legitimate dialogue culminate
Let us cultivate ways to conciliate
Interpersonal rhythms and counterpoint
Let a synchronization be imminent
Any unknown quantity can have a spectacular aura on a distinguished road
All of your mind-viruses are munching on all the perceptiveness that you ever had
Theodivine angels, with their halos and wings and polyphony, are proclaiming joy
Earth is our home orbiting the sun, and we focus on everything that is plain and dry
Let me die a death more meaningful than all of your farts in my general direction
Let me die a death more meaningful than misunderstandings and confusion
Let me die a death more meaningful than purchases and retail
Let me die a death more meaningful than worshipping Mammon and the devil
Life is lonely ahead of the curve
Friends forsake you for having the nerve
Kindred-spirits are friends who remain
Tribulations can thicken our skin
Stress is a jalapeno-pepper on the soul’s tongue
Whether or not it bears repeating that we live “wrong”
Weirdophobes, you who micromanage the entire world
You who demand to have an impact, and to feel good
You have no afterthoughts, or even one clue
What do you microcosm-dwellers want now?
Ebony is the darkest room where strict, opaque walls block light
Autism is a harmless co-existence all closed-minds hate
Medicine and abuse are demonizers so stealth, smooth, real
Ivory is an intervention’s halo, none hear pain’s call
Raw nerves curve all our lines of interpersonal-counterpoint
Snobs dirge through life in morbid fear of any embarrassment
No shame goes well with ways of being perfectly innocent
Learn real truth first before you take us out of our element
Writing with an Asperger Brain each day comforts me in a clueless world
Comforts me in a culture where clawed, fanged mind-viruses are adored and bred
Living by a sociotype’s blind rules, gradually adapting more
Gradually adapting to real truth, still gradually surviving care
Faith in cozy-abundance is more core-based than religion or nation
Human-nature is feces our bums crap onto the human-condition
I believe that humanity’s NOT all perfect, but more than disciples
Churchianity pisses on old Charles Darwin while skyscrapers crumble
Slept on the pillow under sheets and blankets and had a dream in the night
Coffee became the blood of Christ and doughnuts became the body of Christ
Sociotypes forget that songs and rituals make the sociotype
That is the true malaise of post-industrial geo-realms of the globe
Educate and inform the planet’s wetware: We’re weird, NOT ill
Educate and inform the planet’s wetware: We’re just not cool
Educate in the hope for better futures, more health, less hate
Ebony is the darkest room where strict, opaque walls block light
All your chicken-soup for the brain has been soul-candy all this time
Grant me inconvenience, allow me to NOT care what minds assume
Sheltered reputations incriminate pure, harmless, gentle saints
Give us euthanasia if we must forgo basic human rights
Positive-attitudes are NOT solutions, negative-attitudes are NOT the only problems
Ignorant-optimists perceive proactive-foresight as rudeness, and alarms as grouchy-tantrums
Life in an atmosphere of sugar-coated-planets is the curse of keen-observers
All your pearls-of-wisdom are avoided like biohazards, futile forever
Faith in being a better human than your fellow human
Leaves your wetware convinced the planet is immersed in vermin
Why does anyone bother trying to enlighten wetware?
We are products of evolution, so we hunt and gather
Comfort-zones are the building-blocks of each and every status-quo
Interpersonal-conflict takes effect whenever change is due
No one’s paradigms shift when gridlock raises questions no one’s asked
People live in an altruistic-dream until they feel attacked
January 16th, the third Wednesday in 2008
Asperger is a wacky, weird way that my brain’s wiring is set
Everything in the world is yours, all you can use, all you can eat
Everything you could die without isn’t enough, nor does it count
What have you become for ideals that the whole world could thrive without?
Make your pact with the raising of snobs’ nostrils, bow to each elite
What possessed my Mother to welcome your own sperm inside her womb?
All your chicken-soup for the brain has been soul-candy all this time
Ego-defense mechanisms
Fueling the world’s worst decisions
Keeping the most harmful normal
Cracking enraged tooth-enamel
Keeping the smug’s nostrils skyward
Keeping the blamed-starving frightened
Fueling the world’s worst decisions
Ego-defense mechanisms
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In Uncategorized on January 14, 2008 at 10:04 amAll humans are marching to a mute pulse
Ears listen to silences in deep space
Just look at the clarity of blank voids
Rise up from the aftermath of bad grades
Energize and participate in counterpoint
Counterpoint is democracy’s electorate
Intimacy refreshes and rejuvinates
Intimacy connects us with the universe
Taste and see how the universe engages minds
I’m a human in Winnipeg where snowflakes land
I rejoice in my spouse, and I rejoice in love
Cherish love as a nurturing, redeeming salve
Winnipeg, a municipality of electrons
Circulating in wires, enabling our connections
Winnipeg is the main environment I encounter
Winnipeg is the home I recognize in my wetware
We can emerge from the impact of the innocent one
Damage-control is the hindsight of the optimist-clown
We can become our salvation from authority’s grave
We can re-kindle vitality we need to survive
We humans are challenging the whole Earth
Each birth is supplying the demand-growth
We humans are present as a fierce force
We humans are marching to a mute pulse