neuroaster's blog: "two3five7"

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

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

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Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive Powerful witchcraft lurks around us, potentially destructive Just when you thought the world was safe for a casual existence Seeds of apocalyptic nightmares contaminate the surface How do you blossom when the whole globe is hand-made, plan-based? Live a synthetically contrived life on slick, pale, dead land Locked in containment-fields where tensions and grudges are abrasive Radioactive, toxic, volatile, flammable, explosive

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

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

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

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

Take the red pill Answer truth's call Rise and wake up Leave the dream-trap Shout the real news Tackle hate's lies Make machines fall Take the red pill

You, the people who hate having to think Just continue to live life by a book Never paradigm-shift forward at all Human-nature is just stubbornly real Just enjoy your cozy failures to prevent preventable events Judge and curse proactive-people for their flustered failures to be nice Fxxk the air with your shxt, fuming with stink You, the people who hate having to think