pervasive developmental poem, not otherwise specified

in the epsilon quindrant

my lip, my lace, my meals with Magoo

a maggot in the machine

a swim in the magma with a major muggle

my shape, the shape of a magic demagogue

my mugs, my chin’s shaving cuts

my given gifts, my cow, and my government mocked

my maker, my cane, my call to the world

my cave, my cup of Coca-Cola in my cage

Muffy the Muffled Muffin-Mover is moved by our kiss

he pours ample amounts of maple syrup on the amber bums of Asians

no one has ever mapped your moves

my bare back is yours

take me while I’m dizzy in the darkest mist

missiles and messages pass us by, in the background masked by love

Mother Methane rants, her moods and methods never change

a rider who always takes the same redeeming roads

rename the runner across her Range Ranch

across the Armenian ramp

across the open distances between landmarks and points

reroute power from the deflector shield

in the epsilon quindrant

aardsphere gesellschaft

Let the writer quietly ignore the reader

Let the writer’s heart unknowably throb

Let the reader offer to become a savior

Let the writer fail to truly describe

Let the reader say the text is “depressing” and “negative”

Let the reader fail to share the writer’s ache

Let the reader tell the writer to “simply be positive”

Let the reader tell the writer not to speak

Let the reader piss and crap on the writer’s tortured soul

Let the reader fail to follow the writer’s search

Let the reader fail to listen and hear the muse’s call

Let the reader call the writer a bitchy grouch

Let the writer give up on the reader’s bland mind

Let the writer give up on having an impact

Let the writer give up on a dead and cold world

Let the writer live life as small as an insect

Let the two go divided, separate ways

Bound by hectic schedules, and devoid of wonder

Both can live lost within the modern maze

Let the writer quietly ignore the reader

still in one piece

Dangerously slippery ice on Winnipeg sidewalks

Moment when it rained and it froze, a treacherous nuisance

Ambulances rush to the scenes where bones have been broken

Winnipeggers awkwardly walk in terror, with caution

Each foot shall slide in due time

Safe just to stay inside home

Frictionless terrain is a bane that drives us to madness

Dangerously slippery ice on Winnipeg sidewalks

http://tinyurl.com/jordan29

You were the friend who gave me a haircut for free

You were the friend who leaned on my shoulder to cry

Now, you embody Thoughtless Authority’s fist

You have become Vindictiveness, Failure To Trust

I do not lie to a friend who cuts my hair and cries on my shoulder

That’s a rash slap on the face, but go ahead and call me a liar

All you can do is focus, command, and obey

You were the friend who gave me a haircut for free

another December in Winnipeg

Now, a bus stop to wait beside is a final refuge

Now, a long winter seems to serve as a test of courage

I was “Jon Pear” before, but now I am NeuroAster

I am loved, blamed, and valued more by the pawns of wonder

Valued and loved by those who preach church-hype

Waiting beside a silent, cold bus stop

Busses delayed by ice and snow, held back

Schedules are nonsense; let the sky turn dark

Life is a bus stop where broken souls wait for the Death Bus to come

Nothing was planned; each of us has grown out of a joined egg and sperm

Letting the sky darken black as deep space is a sane, healthy peace

Wallets that puke dollar-bills and coins fail to address modern tears

Moment after moment, and event after event

Zeitgeist after zeitgeist has become ancient and short

Difference-makers everywhere demand movers to shove

Only rootless membots can survive everyone’s drive

Frostbite scars human-flesh like fire or corrosive acid

Let the wind fail to pierce the walls of our own apartment

Salvage each precious, rich, and tangibly real advantage

Now, a bus stop to wait beside is a final refuge

anthropomorphic

Full moon, gazing down on Winnipeg tonight

Pure sphere, high, aloof, objective, and remote

Proud brat loves her privileged spotlight from the sun

Still mute, never known to lecture, or complain

Better off out in orbit than mired in the Earth’s urban sprawl

Better off out in order than mired in the stressed human hell

Stay put, far from growth, technology, and shxt

Full moon, gazing down on Winnipeg tonight

transprehensive arithmordinate

One-hundred-percent of the universes all around the world

All peoples’ reality-versions, and the ways our spheres collide

Mass noise, and scrambled counterpoint of question-marks and stares

More failed communication on a web the planet shares

Cyberspace is where mouse-clicks are mass-transit quantum-leaps across time-zones

Messages at enhanced speeds, before wetware figures out what each text means

All open public dialogue is naked, word for word

One-hundred-percent of the universes all around the world

another weather report

Snowflakes float gently downward, and slowly paint Winnipeg white

Now, we wear boots and coats, and we miss July, August, and sweat

Yes, we knew this would happen, and every year, people survive

We persist; we prepare for the months ahead, stoic and brave

Armed with scarves, earmuffs, and thick thermal socks

Let us now tackle the fierce freezing winds

Pavement-gray sky, we wait for the sun to come back with the heat

Snowflakes float gently downward, and slowly paint Winnipeg white

short poem

In the eye-blink of a moment, mouths confess everything to you

 

And you’re now living to see this day occur horribly for you

 

And your scream echoes, and scares the world away, distances from you

 

And it’s all just for the human race to blame nuisances on you

another TGIF poem

There is no way to know how long you will wait; thanks for your patience

We are just human; we are pawns of a boss, part of a process

We have kids; we have spouses; there shall be food, clothing, and shelter

We are all sleep-deprived and racing the clock, dealing with pressure

After we have served you, have a nice life

Nobody is here to cause the world grief

Read the large text that’s posted up on the wall; didn’t you notice?

There is no way to know how long you will wait; thanks for your patience

poem for Blog Action Day 2008

(PREAMBLE: Special thanks to http://360.yahoo.com/dews24u who has just brought http://blogactionday.org/ to my attention)

Some unthinkable future shall come without affordable air to breathe

We are building a future on sand with individual-blame and myth

Urban-spirals are made of the growing cracks in pavement and skulls and glass

We are letting it happen, and feeling self-assured at a silent price

Full moon calls the spirit like some kind of visual-bell

Glares down over cities of starved stomachs ready to kill

Some invisible crack has begun to form from True Reality’s wrath

Some unthinkable future shall come without affordable air to breathe

the werbh in rhabdomanteia

Let the mouth of the universe eat your stomach for dessert

Close your eyes, and you slowly dissolve; the journey is complete

All the berries and bullets were closing chapters of a book

Let the beckoning beacon of light seduce you from the dark

All the thorns and predators’ fangs in the wrong directions

Fade behind you now, in the archives of lame diversions

Joints and muscles relax like the autumn leaves in their descent

Let the mouth of the universe eat your stomach for dessert

this poem is just weird, okay?

Let a person with half a cerebellum fail at all the success everyone knows

Let a person with half a cerebellum feel the urge to exist everyone needs

Let a person with half a cerebellum live ignoring the sick screams of the strong

Let a person with half a cerebellum speak a mixture of prose, babble, and slang

Enemies, friends, and strangers punish away the spirit

Anger and fear can only sadden and kill the different

Let a rebel with some genetic cause adapt in spite of the world’s Pharisee-rules

Let a person with half a cerebellum fail at all the success everyone know

CAUTION: this poem is scary stuff, not4kids

You, the master of power-control, you demand blood, gold, and silver for your strength

Youth is doomed in the name of your own crown and throne; iron-fists are flattened in your wrath

Kings and pawns can be crossing a new border; just draw some imaginary-line

Take the honor, and brag at the sky; gloat and stand smug; just be proud of your design

Stand over cultures like a great giant glutton over a banquet

Shout vocal thunder to the mob; enjoy your most definitive moment

Yakkety yak and blah blah and crazy talk into microphones

Making the sense a mouth makes in front of multiple multitudes

Sicken the human stomach; play the mass trick

Tension, alarm, and panic, make it all work

All of the constitution burns to smoked ash

All of your gains are losses; even friends clash

Once, you stood by a bucket, and held the handle of a mop

Gazing into an angel, the pelvic valley of her lap

Wear a costume; forget who you were; wear a pale clay mask of archetype and myth

You, the master of power-control, you demand blood, gold, and silver for your strength

The Top 10 Things That Happened Today

10. Electrons revolved around the nuclei of atoms.

 

9. Cells divided.

 

8. Palms and fingers turned steering wheels.

 

7. Leaves and raindrops fell.

 

6. The landlord got his money.

 

5. Legs and feet danced.

 

4. Mouths chewed and swallowed food.

 

3. Sound waves crossed distances over time.

 

2. Fish swam.

 

AND THE #1 THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY . . .

 

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1. I farted.

This poem can has PharmaBurger or whatever

Silent, cold, and empty, kiosks and vestibules remain silent, cold, and empty

Left behind, when meritocracy promises a free, equal realm of plenty

Freedom without wisdom is just a random walk on the dark side of boredom

Right here, right now, the dirge of servants has died, and become a doldrum

Give the confused a thinking-place, out of the way of narrow minds on the move

Enemies, friends, and strangers live life on the wedge’s edge ahead of the curve

Targets and gods are dollar-bills, wallets, and coins, and all commodities rot

Sweating, collapsing, drained of all energy now, whatever happens is right

This is a poem, you dumbass, now you live and die to make sense

This is a poem, you dumbass, all you fail to love is your loss

This is a poem, you dumbass, go away, and have a nice trip

This is a poem, you dumbass, all the shxt you fxxk is knee-deep

Citizens face another day to rise, rush, and circulate

Citizens face the stress that makes the mind hyperventilate

Citizens face another test of true durability

Citizens face another waste of life’s time and energy

Questions and answers are prescribed, handed down, and final

Everything matters when you watch ghettoes crack and crumble

Eyes of the dreamers can perceive gilded lilies clearly

Kiosks and vestibules remain silent, cold, and empty

Free headache available here :)

Is the word “heterological”, meaning “not applicable to itself,” a heterological word?

What would happen if an unstoppable force hit an immovable object?

Why is the night sky black if there is an infinity of stars?

Can a time traveler send himself information with no outside source?

If truth does not exist, does that mean that the statement “truth does not exist” is itself a truth, thereby proving itself incorrect?

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Irving the Talking Hypercube says: CUT THE CRAP NERDOLOSER AND GET A LIFE NOBODY WANTS TO READ YOUR OLD BOVINE SCATOLOGY (B.S) ROUTINE OF MAKING UP SAD STORIES ABOUT YOUR STUPID COMPUTER AND EXPECTING US TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOU NEXT YOU’D HAVE US BELIEVE THAT THE PRINTED CIRCUIT BOARDS CAME OUT OF YOUR STUPID COMPUTER AND DID A TAP-DANCE OR SOMETHING

 

neuroaster says: Lick skunks, Irving the Talking Hypercube, kiss my mouse and suck my muthafxxkin’ disk.

 

thalidomide

Open my skull and stir-fry my brain and see if I care

Open my skull and stir-fry my brain and call it a cure

Open my skull and stir-fry my brain if it makes you happy

Open my skull and make changes, making me not-as-scary

Misunderstandings, hindsight, and apologies

Now until death, authorities are enemies

All of your inconvenience is disposable

Call me a brat, a robot, or an animal

What if every breath you took ruined someone else’s life?

What if every breath you took filled a thousand hearts with grief?

What if you were punished so hard for every breath you took,

You endured the impact each day of life, without a break?

“Limousine Jonathan” is all gone

Far from the property you now own

Serve your employers, and be well paid

Dream of utopia, and feel good

All of the dollar-bills and coins you touch are lifeless and cold

Enemies, friends, and strangers are vermin, crawling low in your world

All you observe is just a bland, vanilla, sedative bore

Open my skull and stir-fry my brain and see if I care

Go back2sleep

Help wanted, dead or alive; construction ahead

Rise, shine, and blossom for all you dream of inside

Flare up, and glow like a fireplace; beam like the sun

Fxxk shxt from enemies, friends, and strangers in pain

Rays of light and thought zip through the eyes of needles and hurricanes

Days and nights are gone; Time’s Chronojectile zooms with a ruthlessness

Choosers beg for big, fat gains, and lose their spirituality

Songs can open mouths; live life with no casino or lottery

Trailer-saints are starved by the greed of mansion-trash

Trailer-saints are people, whom snobs will never touch

Welfare-churches crumble within the market-state

Still, you must be strong, and endure the reign of shxt

No prayers or baptisms quench the thirst of the globe

Souls lost and found in the void continue to throb

This hiring-project is still in processing mode

Help wanted, dead or alive; construction ahead

isohell

Dollar-bills and coins enter and leave the wallets of enemies and friends

Mornings, afternoons, evenings, and weekends fill with reminders of your dreams

Demographics enjoy comforts that you are failing to endure

Now you wait for a last chance to remain as innocent and pure

Kings, queens, bishops, rooks, knights, and pawns rule the face of the Earth

Feet march, left and right, race against time, forgetting to breathe

Now you wait for more lessons in sharing everyone’s frivolous concerns

Dollar-bills and coins enter and leave the wallets of enemies and friends

TGIF

Welcome to Quicksand Island, the home of Lower Fort Knox

Here, you are fed for helping to move ginormous gold-bricks

Here, you are clothed for flattering every briefcase, each tie

Shelter you get for punctual shift-attendance each day

Now the complacent-people, without even a clue to stand on

People who wave a magic-wand back at each solution

People who read a high-verb low-pronoun diet

Welcome you here, to live a life lost in the public-armpit

Now, and not one single nanosecond later than now

Screams of “SHUT UP ! ! !” burst from mouths, and cars collide on the go

Heart-attacks meet deadlines; every task is scheduled and due

Now, and not one single nanosecond later than now

Cradle to grave, alarm-clock to coffin, the process never does stop

Cradle to grave, alarm-clock to coffin, and every person dies cheap

You are a kludge, replaced by machines when every bone breaks

Welcome to Quicksand Island, the home of Lower Fort Knox

THE WEATHER REPORT

Winnipeg’s heat in July and August bakes and bathes your face in your salty sweat

Sandals and shorts and our anti-sunburn-ointments, getting scorched in the rays can hurt

Days when the hornets and wasps and bees are droning, cursed Al-Qaeda of insect-life

Days when our toes and our heels go naked out on sand; we splash in the tides and laugh

Lemonade, ice-cream, and popsicles

Buildings with blessed air-conditioners

Lawns and mosquitoes enjoy the drenching rain, and humans notice the stars at night

Winnipeg’s heat in July and August bakes and bathes your face in your salty sweat

CAUTION: This update may NOT put readers in a good mood

After I took out the garbage, washed the dishes, and puked

Resting in bed was a healing-time, to pause and reflect

What are the blossoming-spirit’s needs we tend to ignore?

What are the pleasures that nurture more than surface-desire?

Mildew, bacteria, and humans live on the planet Earth

Speech is an auditory-vomit out of the human-mouth

So I reclined, and I pondered; then, I finally slept

After I took out the garbage, washed the dishes, and puked

DID YOU KNOW?:

Reverend Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church have recently created http://www.godhatesneuroaster.wbc/

We’ve had better weekends

I am gay, and my spouse’s parents are homophobic

Genealogy’s ties are ruthlessly strict and toxic

How the bullying tears and screams of my spouse’s parents

Make our landlord appear as tame as our fellow tenants

We, the sick human species, prey upon our own

Then, we chit-chat about our “righteousness” and “sin”

Go believe that the world is changing, as if by magic

I am gay, and my spouse’s parents are homophobic

Another visit with Grandma Dolly

Grandmother laughed when I asked if she ever feels like she’s in a science-fiction story

“Ringtones” of portable-telephones, out-of-context, foreign, abrupt, confusing, scary

Modern-technology changes at bullet-speed; you blink, and you’re out-of-touch and clueless

Clueless, forgotten, and dizzy, unless you’re always making the latest trendy purchase

Grandmother laughed, shrugged, and said: “I guess. Oh well.”

Grandmother smiled cool, and let the world prevail

Now, she’s retired and serene, in a realm of screens with alphanumeric-data-frenzy

Grandmother laughed when I asked if she ever feels like she’s in a science-fiction story

equal variant

Access to the second level of operations

Radiance and glory rise to the sun’s occasions

Contemplative caution quivers within the courage

Having-an-agenda shines as the prime advantage

Dark stink in the coldest silence

Deep absence of sleep or chaos

Wolves cry as they starve and weaken

Lambs crucify minds who question

We exist, and we still continue to exist

We are not an invasion, parasite, or guest

This is true, and the truth continues to be true

Let there still be a place where everyone can go

Nothing to be proud or ashamed of

Rising from the fall of perspective

Done with an instructive directive

Nothing to be proud or ashamed of

Walk tall through the low crypt of the flushed sewage-soup’s filth-broth

Take time, you who feel need for the whole world to break all faith

Sharp tusks puncture flesh under the sun, soaked in pain’s live blood

Wild beast, learn your place under the sun, prowl upon free land

Freedom of abundance in a land without epiphanies

Telescopes are useless for the souls who need kaleidoscopes

Amplitudes are screaming in the ears of friends and enemies

Headphones are the solitudes of punks within our silences

Life is a bus-stop where broken-souls wait for the Death-Bus to come

Dream of a pure globe of laughs and play, dream of a globe children claim

Access to some level over stars, access to some hive-control

Promised by some king of rooks and pawns, promised for some precious jewel

Nicotine, cocaine, and opium hide in chocolate

Cravings and addictions lurk in the legal market

Gratitude was all the power the barons gave us

Access to the second level of operations

boo hoo waah

You who hate to read anything sad for even a moment

Fail to learn about anything real, important, or urgent

Tell the world to shut up so it doesn’t give you a headache

Live without a mind newer than any fossilized relic

How do commodities make you more of an adult and less of a child?

Legally purchase your perks and leisurely enjoy society’s ride

Ride around the sun free on the one inhabited planet

You who hate to read anything sad for even a moment

kitsch

A advances

B betrays

C convinces

D delays

E is everywhere

F is far

G is globular

H is here

I’m an intruder

J is a joker

K is the kaiser

L is a loner

M wants more

N is new

O is old

P is in the pew

Q questions

R respects

S is sly

T is tricked

U has utilities

V has a view

W wonders what the whole world is worth

X plays xylophone

Y says yes to youth

Z zooms through the zone

metasick

You results-driven, goal-oriented scum

Your demands punish pure sanity and calm

You create panic, stress, poverty, and shame

You create wild, concealed anger in the home

Breadwinners bring home raw-nerves that burst behind privacy’s walls

Children become rage-crazed adults filling up all of our jails

I could peel off your skin slowly while you scream

You results-driven, goal-oriented scum

2 has 3ed the 5ly 7

Teleojourney metahome before chronodark

Gobble and gulp a nourishing and hot midnight-snack

Sing for your bed-and-breakfast, as you grow, vote, and shave

Enemies, friends, and strangers are deprived slaves who give

Circulate eternally in gray streets of urban-spiral

Intimacy’s distance is confined now, in stone and metal

Flavors-of-the-months are the acquired tastes of demographics

Preferences are merging in a shared world of informatics

Cause a loud effect, bang big, then you get a cold, silent response

If, and only if, that’s that, then you take or leave anything else

Motion zooms, jumps, crawls, oozes, and flows

Live a real, true life, praise your desires

Blessings-to-count are giving you the prime spark of fire

Targets-and-gods are focusing you keen, sharp, and clear

Nobody knows your secret, the divine mother’s-milk

Teleojourney metahome before chronodark

How dare you exist

No redeeming qualities can save you now

Thankless time and energy is blamed on you

Now your sole-providers are about to crack

You transcend what anyone could ever take

Now you’ll pay for innocence you never chose

You’re an easy target, and a source of stress

Your existence challenges the status quo

No redeeming qualities can save you now

Mneh, well, I’ve had worse Mondays . . .

Smug scribes, may the wave survive your damage

Smug scribes, you who shield your cherished image

Fxxk shxt, bond in beds with turds of feces

Get lost, wander in and out of phases

Let my flesh be bitten, torn, and chewed up in humanity’s teeth

Let me be forgotten, leave my bones lost in the muck of the earth

Smug scribes, keep your precious privileged leverage

Smug scribes, may the wave survive your damage

“You’re proud of WHAT ? ? ?”

April is Autism Awareness Month

We are the targets of embarrassed wrath

We are a presence in the world around

Whether you fight us, or you’re just confused

This diagnosis is love’s oasis and hatred’s crisis

We live and die as eccentrics, punishing us is useless

We are uniqueness, we are breadth and depth

April is Autism Awareness Month

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That’s what

“Hello”

“Hi, just got this invite will set it up later today thanks.. Holly”

π ≈ 3 . 1 4 1 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9 7 9 . . .

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?

Honey Deal, where in brain-space are we 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

functioning high pressure w/ low input

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

emoticons eat tags and widgets

All 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

SYSTEM FAILURE: Technical difficulties ; Please Stand By

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

Convert This:

Yes, it’s true, I am a Secular Humanist ; yes I am

Yes, I question all perceptions that writings and mouths proclaim

Yes, I know one day I’ll flatline and then I’m supposed to “burn”

I have known injustice anyhow ; thank you for your concern

Yes, it’s likely Jesus biodegraded as wetware lost

Why does that mean pearls like “do unto others” are cherished less?

We are joined by axiologies ever so much the same

Yes, it’s true, I am a Secular Humanist ; yes I am

There ARE no “fakes” or “losers”

Hear, smell, touch, and taste an underdescribed life, and minds shall kiss your words

Love ways you yourself become, the unique ways that none could ever choose

Time-zones fail to intervene between mouse-clicks and text that networks share

More minds broaden interpersonal realms ; souls can signal even more

Big old fullness makes online-communities the spice of sites

Suns reach stars, and moons add to the ambience of dreamful skies

Have faith you are also human and worth finding through confusion’s clouds

Hear, smell, touch, and taste an underdescribed life, and minds shall kiss your words

SAINT BLOGROACH OF THE COMMENT-BOX

Feel free to delete this comment

Just claim this is verbal vomit

You’re mad at what I believe in

Too livid to hear my reasons

Keep getting it out of your system

That’s fine because I’m on a mission

We who disagree with your views are not alone

That’s the signal I’m sending until this comment’s gone

A candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature?

The following is just a mere sample of some of the blogroaching that can be found in the comment-boxes on Yahell-360:

“DO NOT READ THIS! BOCA … Offline IM LOONEY FIRST OFF LET ME JUST SAY THIS , I DONT FEEL ONE BIT SORRY FOR YOU , WHY NOT YOU ASK ? BECAUSE FOR 6 MONTHS THAT YOU BEEN ON MY FRIENDS LIST YOU WENT THREW AT LEASE 10 PROFILES NOT COUNTING YOUR FAKE PROFILES . YOU ALWAYS HAVE DRAMA ON YOUR PAGE, BUT YOU BLAME IT ON OTHERS LIKE DAN AND MARE AND WHO EVER , WHEN YOUR FRIENDS SAY JUST IGNOR THEM YOU DONT. HOW MANY BLOGS HAVE YOU POSTED THAT ARE RELATED TO DRAMA 80 90 PERCENT ??? GIVE OR TAKE A PERCENT BUT MOST LIKELY GIVE A PERCENT ! AFTER A WHILE IT GETS OLD LOONEY . DRAMA IS ON YOUR PAGE BECAUSE YOU WANT IT THERE IT’S YOUR LIFE IT;S YOUR MIDDLE NAME AND EVERYONE KNOWS THIS , I DONT WANT TO BE MEAN ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I WAS NOT TRYING TO BE MEAN WITH MY BLOG TODAY , BUT AS LONG AS YOU BLOG ABOUT DRAMA WELL YOU LEAVE THE DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR SICKIES LIKE MY SELF TO BLOG YA LOL . NOW LETS SEE IF YOU CAN RELATE TO THESE SAYINGS ( THE KETTLE CALLED THE POT BLACK , HE WHO LIVES BY THE SWORED DIEDS BY THE SWORD, IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE LOL I THINK YOU CAN RELATE . SO BEFOR YOU COME TO MY PAGE AND TRY TO TURN MY BLOG IN TO DRAMA THINK AGAIN NO ONE IS BUYING IN TO YOUR SORROW , LOONEY YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART AND MEAN WELL BUT NO BODY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT DRAMA. 360 IS GOING DOWN HILL BECAUSE OF DRAMA LIES AND PURE BULL [swear word deleted] ! TRY TO HELP 360 LOONEY NOT HURT IT JOE … PS I WILL BLOG ABOT THE PARTY YOU BET YOUR [swear word deleted] I WILL YA LOONEY”

Yahell-360 is where the blogroaches REALLY know how to blogroach.

Ever feel walked on?

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Is this sentence a question or a metaquestion?

The Brain Food Diet :)

What is “The Brain Food Diet” you ask? Simply a new idea I am proposing as a weight-loss technique I am not 100% percent sure what other lurking variables may (or may not) have contributed to my own personal weight-loss during the approximate 14-day period when I tried this technique myself, although I can assure you that I lost as many as 10 (count ‘em 10) pounds during said 14-day period

“How does The Brain Food Diet work?” you ask? Simply repeat to yourself over and over again “Every day, in every way, I am getting thinner and thinner” ; repeat this to yourself over and over again for a gradually increasing number of times each day My theory is that the neural activity involved in repeating this mantra to yourself causes you to psychosomatically lose weight

The Brain Food Diet may not work for you as well as it has worked for me, but it sure is worth the old college try, right?

(Disclaimer: This is an entirely fictitious pile of crap on my part ; I sincerely hope you found it entertaining)

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wetware : (jargon) [wet'weir] (Probably from the novels of Rudy Rucker, or maybe Stanislav Lem) The human nervous system, as opposed to electronic computer hardware or software.

N.L.W.S. : Neuro-Linguistic Wetware Script ; the nouns, verbs, adjectives, sentences, and paragraphs of verbal-communication written and read by people who are ignorant of any code such as HTML, C+, etc

P.E.B.K.A.C. : Problem Exists Between Keyboard and Chair ; some computer-illiterate quote “scum of the earth” unquote caused a computer glitch

curiomagnetism-something so unignorable and unforgettable that it seems to grab your attention by an almost magnetic force

chronojectile-irreversible forward motion (like a projectile) of Time itself from past to future

epistemicrocosm-a version of reality that is limited and/or inaccurate because it is not informed enough, even though it is very logical ; the logic, however flawless it might be in and of itself, is based on an insufficient ammount of information, and thus results in misguided beliefs about what is true and what is real

anthropecunia-the extent to which a living, breathing human being (at any age) is a socio-economic investment of time, energy, money, and resources

quaerocide-faith in a given paradigm that is so devout that it lethally poisons the mind’s ability to question the paradigm, just as insecticide lethally poisons insects and/or their surrounding environment

quaerohazard-an ability to question any new paradigm that has become an inability to stop raising questions about each and every statement one reads or hears that is inconsistent with the paradigm that the mind is already fully cognizant of, so that more and more questions infect and disease the mind’s ability to make any new paradigm-shift, like a viral or bacterial biohazard infecting more and more of the body (and then more and more people in the case of an epidemic)

“A faithful believer and a skeptic can argue forever and never learn anything” http://memecentral.com/

extrapyxis-making a paradigm-shift (literally how the ancient Latin language would have a single word for “thinking outside the box”)

archaeotenacity-a legacy that a given tradition may have throughout successive generations, and all just because people have a tendency to gravitate toward that which is familiar (the “Familiarity” meme ; http://memecentral.com/ )

axioherence-a sense of “rightly belonging” as part of a gestalt of people (patriotism, church-fellowship, and gang-membership are all examples of what I, personally, call axioherence ; http://memecentral.com/ calls it the “Belonging” meme)

teleomaze-having a sense of purpose and direction in life

chronofelix-growth of commitment over time ; the more you continue to do something, the more you tend to feel a gradually increasing commitment to continue doing it

obsequintessence-the sense of humility that makes a person feel obligated to respect and obey any authority that his/her society and/or culture has taught him/her to obey

cortexponent-the neurological drive for power and dominance

perseveritas-the tendency any repeated statement has to seem more and more true the more it is repeated

chronosectionalism-any perceived “window of opportunity” or “limited time offer” peceived as something that will greatly benefit you “if you act now”

It’s my entry and I’ll rant if I want to

Hail vaccine mercury, full of grace, cleanse away all diversity_punishing neural_networks now

Disinfect cultural tastes and hates, toxic high_standards, deadlines, demands, and controlling points of view

Burn us pure, like a refiner’s fire, burn away preconceptions, formalities, all our sick prestige

Souls that wear cognitive_bias_masks ; every mask hides a jigsaw_gestalt of a jumbled, pale pastiche

Weirdophobes are crippled minds, set, rigid, and absolutist, all that ruins us

Codified corrections kill free_spirited open_minds with focused ruthlessness

Mercury in needles, save souls, rescue the world from being neurotypical

Autism without a quote “cure” unquote is like a fish without a bicycle

Bad news: I’m back and I’m REALLY pissed off now

Multiply Dot Com is a browser-supremacist cyberhole that is refusing to let my browser (or version or whatever)  upload my “headshot” pic (that thing that prevents you from looking as if you’re trying to hiding your face in Cyberspace). I hate that!

I plan to be less burned out and have more textual pissing and moaning to offer here tomorrow. Have a nice day

URGENT e-message from LADY CHEROKEE on Yahoo 360

” ******IMPORTANT*****
E: Grave News From Nevada’s Duck Valley
————-Eunice M Saunders, Broker, REALTOR® wrote:

> Please brothers and sisters, I ask you to re-post this article on your own blogs to gain help for our brothers and sisters here…..
>
> GRAVE NEWS FROM THE FIRE STRICKEN DUCK VALLEY INDIAN RESERVATION
>
>
> There is a dire emergency at the Duck Valley Indian Reservation in Owyhee
> Nevada.
>
> It’s a very isolated reservation on the Nevada/Idaho border.
>
> One of the many fires that have been burning out of control in the west devastated
> this little village and people are suffering without water and electricity
> for 5 days now with no relief in sight.
>
> Food is going bad since there is no electricity since all the power poles are burned to a crisp.
>
> The elderly and the children are taking a direct hit as water supplies dwindle and food is
> in short supply.
>
> As there is no power the heat is taking its toll and there is human suffering since there has been no aid.
>
> If ever there was a time for The People to pull together it’s now.
>
> So please give these people a chance to survive in this blistering heat.
>
> Give them a call and see what you can do.
>
> These are our brothers and sister who are literally baking in the hot Nevada sun.
>
> If nothing is done like soon, there will be fatalities as the elderly will soon expire from the heat and the lack of water.
>
> This is a human tragedy in the making and they need help now.
>
> Do you think the feds will help them?
>
> Well it’s been 5 days now…..do the math.
>
> Lives will soon be lost if help does not get there soon.
>
> Please, Please contact them, do your bit for our brothers and sisters.
>
>
> Contact info:
>
> Shoshone-Paiute Tribes
> Sho-Pai Fire Station
> 1935 FireLane PO Box 219 89832
> (775)757-2473
> Ask for Brent Hunter
>
> Wado, again, I will ask that you re-post this information”

another chronogestalt another textravaganza

What kind of “democracy” has a “Pledge of Allegiance” to a symbol (such as a flag), a symbol that can be burned or “desecrated” in any way as a form of NON-violent peaceful protest? If a true democracy is going to have ANY kind of self-characterizing unison-chanted loyalty oath, shouldn’t it be an oath of loyalty to “freedom of opinion and expression” as a basic, fundamental, and inherent right of all citizens? How can there be “liberty and justice for all” when all children are being brainwashed into ritualistically Seig-heiling a visual symbol that may very well, at some point, be “desecrated” in effigy as a form of NON-violent peaceful protest?

What is true patriotism? Is true patriotism the love and concern for a decorated piece of cloth? Is true patriotism the love and concern for one’s fellow citizens, and the hope that there will truly be “liberty and justice for all”?

Does the Star-Spangled Banner still wave over a land that is TRULY free and brave?

neuroaster types again

To what extent (if any) is there a meaningful distinction between “attention” and “distraction” ? Is it not fair to say that “attention” and “distraction” are both forms of neural activity? Why do we never speak of anyone as having an extensive “awareness distribution span” ?

Would it be less vindictive and more constructive to speak of a given mind as either “hunting” or “gathering” instead of either “focused” or “wandering” ? How many unrecognized insights and discoveries have been made by minds prematurely dismissed as “wandering” by the report-card-manufacturing-industry we call a quote “education system” unquote?

How long will we, as a society, preserve our habitual distinction between “neurologist” and “educator” ? When will we learn that the brain can only be effectively programmed (“educated”) by people who intimately understand the most fundamentally important differences between successful and unsuccessful neuro-linguistic programming? When was the last time a report-card educated you?

textjunk of neuroaster

Did our species EVOLVE to sit on concrete and beg for nickels, dimes, and quarters, or did our species EVOLVE to hunt animals and gather fruit and vegetables? Which is easier and more convenient for a member of our species to do : (1) exactly what our species EVOLVED to, or (2) an activity that does NOT, in any way, shape, or form even remotely resemble what our species EVOLVED to do?

Just how “lazy” and “pathetic” is a member of our species who campaigns for peoples’ nickels, dimes, and quarters as relentlessly as a Machiavellian politician campaigns for votes? Can such a relentless campaign for peoples’ nickels, dimes, and quarters REALLY be an “easy” and “convenient” “path of least resistance”? How can it be such a ” “path of least resistance” when it is so UNnatural and perverse relative to the hunting and gathering our species EVOLVED to invest time and energy in?

Given the above, how constructive is it to assume that street-beggars are “lazy” “bums” with “no work-ethic”? How constructive is it to assume that the Get-A-Job Theory of Ending Poverty is THE Nobel-Prize-winning solution that street-beggars themselves are simply refusing to implement?

two3five7 of neuroaster

Why do homophobes care who sticks what where? Do homophobes have pages of The Book of Leviticus for brains? Or are homophobes just people who have had the rational regions of their BRAINS circumcised, so to speak?

Is gay sex radioactive? Is that what homophobes are afraid of? Do prostate-massage-enhanced erections cause kittens to explode? Does the WBC’s Reverend Fred Phelps even have a CLUE that an event called the Stonewall Rebellion took place on June 27, 1969?

Have homophobes even HEARD of Oscar Wilde or Richard Turing? Do homophobes even know that the pink-triangle symbol was originally the symbol that gays were forced to wear in Nazi Germany?

Is tying a shoelace or learning how to be potty-trained so easy even a HOMOPHOBE could do it ? ? ?

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A word is a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A sentence is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

A paragraph is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A dictionary is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A telephone-directory is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

A Bible is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

A bowl of alphabet soup is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A list of ingredients on the package of an “edible” commodity is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A list of TV shows that are on at 8 PM is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A “NO TRESPASSING” sign is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

A poem is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

A collection of poems is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A written homework assignment is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A diploma is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A resumé is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. An epitaph is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A legal document is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

An annotated encyclopedic bibliography is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes. A wall covered with graffiti is also a gestalt of alpha-numeric graphemes.

Isn’t it great that we live in a world with such a wonderful abundance of alpha-numeric graphemes?

textbarf of neuroaster

If given the choice, hypothetically speaking, would you rather be an animal or a vegetable?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable hunted or killed another vegetable? When was the last known instance when a vegetable burned another vegetable at the stake? When was the last known instance when a vegetable was drafted to fight in a war? When was the last known instance when vegetables dropped an atomic bomb on a city?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable received an eviction notice from a landlord? When was the last known instance when vegetables were involved in a labor dispute?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable was told “YOU’RE FIRED” or “GET A JOB” ? When was the last known instance when a vegetable was told “EXPLAIN YOURSELF” or “SHUT UP” ?
When was the last known instance when a vegetable was on a three-year waiting-list for Vocational Rehabilitation?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable suffered from a nervous breakdown or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable was accountable to a single shareholder or taxpayer? When was the last known instance when a vegetable made numerous unsuccessful attempts to quit smoking or heroin?

When was the last known instance when a vegetable was charged with a crime? When was the last known instance when a vegetable accidentally spilled a glass of milk and cried over it?

All in all, would you rather be an animal or a vegetable, hypothetically speaking?

textpuke of neuroaster

Is life so easy a caveman could live it?

Are taxes so easy a caveman could pay them? Is the experience of having one’s heart broken so easy a caveman could endure it? Is the experience of coming to terms with an unplanned pregnancy so easy a caveman and cavewoman could both work through it?

Is war so easy a caveman could fight it? Are medical complications so easy a caveman could endure them? Is the experience of surviving and/or witnessing violent assault and/or torture so easy a caveman could endure it?

Are life-threatening natural disasters so easy a caveman could survive them? Is holding down a dead-end job so easy a caveman could endure it? Is fighting an unfair dismissal from one’s employer so easy a caveman could endure it?

Is unemployment so easy a caveman could endure it? Are learning experiences so easy a caveman could endure them? Is the skill of proactively applying lessons that others have learned from their own mistakes so easy a caveman could do it?

Is coming to terms with the dark side of human nature so easy a caveman could survive it? Is deciding what The Meaning Of Life is so easy a caveman could do it? Is deciding what one’s own purpose in life is so easy a caveman could do it?

All in all, is life so easy a caveman could live it?

textscum of neuroaster

Friday is a period of twenty-four successive hours. Monday is also a period of twenty-four successive hours. There are approximately (give or take) fifty-two Fridays in a given year. There are approximately (give or take) fifty-two Mondays in a given year.

Each Friday has one morning, one afternoon, and one evening. Each Monday also has one morning, one afternoon, and one evening. The average number of daylight hours on a given Friday in December or January is approximately the same as the average number of daylight hours on a given Monday in December or January. The average number of daylight hours on a given Friday in July or August is approximately the same as the average number of daylight hours on a given Monday in July or August.

Each Friday is a single period of the Earth’s rotation on its axis. Each Monday is also a single period of the Earth’s rotation on its axis.

The word “Friday” is a six-letter word ending with the letters “d,” “a,” and “y,” respectively. The word “Monday” is also a six-letter word ending with the letters “d,” “a,” and “y,” respectively.

Any given Friday is a day when any given lottery ticket that you buy has a low-probability of being THE winning ticket that will make you a millionaire overnight. Any given Monday is also a day when any given lottery ticket that you buy has a low-probability of being THE winning ticket that will make you a millionaire overnight.

There is a 1 in 7 probability that your last day on Earth will be a Friday. There is also a 1 in 7 probability that your last day on Earth will be a Monday.

Each 24-hour period of a citizen’s life is an investment of time, energy, and resources. Given the above, how sane is it for us to glorify our Friday’s and agonize over our Mondays?

textpunk of neuroaster

I think ninety-nine times out of one-hundred when I, as a pedestrian, attempt to cross a perfectly legitimate crosswalk, where there IS, in fact, a YIELD SIGN, anywhere between five and ten cars drive right in front of the crosswalk and refuse to give me the right of way. More often than not, the brief moment when no cars are coming, is my Golden Window of Opportunity when I have to run across the crosswalk just to get by.

One time, after about nine cars had driven in front of me standing at a yield sign crosswalk, approximately the tenth driver driving up was thoughtful and observant enough to stop before the crosswalk and let me walk across. I waved a small thank-you wave to the thoughtful driver as I walked across the crosswalk. Meanwhile, the SUV driver immediately behind the thoughtful driver was honking the horn like crazy, as if honoring a yield sign was a rotten thing to do.

If there were bumper-stickers that said “DIE PEDESTRIAN SCUM,” would they become the most lucratively profitable bumper-stickers ever marketed?