Jon Pear (a.k.a. NeuroAster)

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Groggy and half-awake on a Monday morning

In schmategory on July 28, 2008 at 2:42 pm

Once upon a duration of chronological time

Monday mornings were tangible, ripe salvation from shame

Interpersonal dialogue bubbled under the sun

Now we live in an age when the Eaton’s Building is gone

Queen Street died in the birth of Portage Avenue

Fast change happens, and life becomes a vertigo

Real truth never conforms to any weltanschauung

No one paradigm ever covers everything

Bite the fruit of a tree; enjoy a full meal

Break the ovary wall, and let the seeds fall

Stand where others have stood before your own birth

Stand where others may stand beyond your own death

Leaves and snowflakes fall, as the dollar-bills and coins enter and leave our wallets

These are days when elders are left in homes, and some citizens vote on ballots

Early, late, and punctual people rise and rush into the morning traffic

Early, late, and punctual people rise and rush into the morning panic

Ghost of Timothy Eaton, avenge the landmark we tore

Haunt the “Centre” we built, and create a horrible scare

We were innocent once, and we had the freedom to dream

Once upon a duration of chronological time

THE WEATHER REPORT

In Uncategorized on July 21, 2008 at 4:28 pm

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

In Uncategorized on July 14, 2008 at 5:26 pm

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?:

In Uncategorized on July 8, 2008 at 6:07 pm

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