Jon Pear (a.k.a. NeuroAster)

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In schmategory on August 25, 2008 at 1:20 am

Leave the soul’s wrists in legislation’s handcuffs

Leave the blamed-victim’s life as a blood-on-canvas

Ask the wrong questions; hate all the answers

Leave the soul’s wrists in legislation’s handcuffs

Proud shame oozes down the septic tank of the heart

We sick humans live devoid of tigers to hunt

Cain killed Abel, and Dorothy killed the Wicked Witch of the West

Gulp down gallons of blood; eat the nailed body of Christ

Let there be failures to communicate; who could care less?

Punish the innocent forever, and leave a huge mess

Oh, to sink my teeth into the eyeballs of the Ku Klux Klan

Pouring salt and bleach into their sockets, and be sick, wild, mean

Homework has made me a vegetable

Pressure has made me an animal

I am a Winnipeg citizen

Taking your dextroamphetamine

Go away if my presence on the planet makes you faint or scream

Hated more than melanin in the skin and semen up the bum

Eggs that you fry in the morning are like your brain on drugs

Pharmacommodities fxxk with your scrambled maze of thoughts

Open my skull and shave my brain without making difficult choices

Enemies, friends, and strangers do the same harm with different intentions

Ask the wrong questions; hate all the answers

Leave the soul’s wrists in legislation’s handcuffs

Free headache available here :)

In Uncategorized on August 22, 2008 at 8:50 am

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?

A new McHaiku :)

In alpha on August 19, 2008 at 11:52 am

Dollar-bills and coins

Enter and leave our wallets

Leaves and snowflakes fall

CONNECTION FAILURE:

In Uncategorized on August 16, 2008 at 9:24 am

Currently unable to blog or network from home due to technical difficulties. Either our modem is defective, or possibly a server-error has occurred. Am posting this message from a public-terminal at the http://millenniumlibrary.com/ here in http://winnipeg.ca/interhom Please Stand By.

 

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

In Uncategorized on August 13, 2008 at 5:49 am

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

In Uncategorized on August 11, 2008 at 11:35 am

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

In Uncategorized on August 4, 2008 at 10:17 am

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

In Uncategorized on August 1, 2008 at 11:26 am

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