neuroaster's blog: "two3five7"

Loved by some, hated by others Living life, knowing what matters Walking through parks in the sunshine Keeping this body in motion I forgot to comb my hair today, and a few scared people stared Wrote this text in pencil, tried to make it a neat, non-boring read We are all people with futures Loved by some, hated by others

Grouchy, screeching workaholics and bored, blissful blobs Toxic swamp of post-industrial life, ruled by snobs Stomachs tied in knots, cholesterol blocks blood inside Screens are preaching dreams that fail to address every need How my kitchen’s heat leaves you cold ices the taken cake Pressure-cooker life lived by each person who dreams awake Toxic swamp of post-industrial life, ruled by snobs Grouchy, screeching workaholics and bored, blissful blobs

Back in the skinnerbox again Living the life of a machine None of our adjectives describe Endless endurance in the crib Spirits are dying to survive Chilling the passion of the brave All of our fingerprints are gone Back in the skinnerbox again

“Negative attitudes” are NOT the world’s only problems “Positive attitudes” alone are NOT real solutions Cut off my fingers if you hate this loud text-catharsis Cut off my fingers if this text is just grouchy rudeness Old, exalted exiles Sicken sheltered stomachs Monday-morning’s mattress Fails to lure the restless Old, exalted exiles alternate between parallel alleys Palms and fingers rise and silence the alarm-clocks of annoyance Now the world is changing faster than a king’s horses could gallop Virus-memes are driving all of the contrived ways we develop Drones are now going public with a Song-And-Dance routine gone haywire Wireless, wild mobile messages unite the zones the rich guns conquer Empires gulp down communities and then decay as big, dead giants Leaving gross phragmaplasm on a planet paved with hot-rod commerce System-survivors have endured enough gentle verbiage Spoken by merchants who have always met every challenge “Positive attitudes” alone are NOT real solutions Text is the jungle for my legal, safe temper-tantrums “Negative attitudes” are NOT the world’s only problems

Let our tongues, lips, limbs, fingers and toes Move in all safe, wild, possible ways Move in all safe ways, harmless and free Move in ways Christ-like-people enjoy Join the path of least-destructiveness Join the path of wacky-innocence Let the snobs go live life by the rules Free our tongues, lips, limbs, fingers and toes

Live a life you can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste Have a future that pulls sharp minds forward fast Probe the secrets your gut feels deep down within Use your mouth to report each real truth you learn Let the plot thicken in ways that sicken your stomach Still remain human enough to be a neurotic Give the future the best saved text you can write Live a life you can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste

Some readers may appreciate this text more than others Feel free to hate this text or assume this text is "worthless" No reader has to like or observe each observation This text is just my therapy, I heal, that’s my mission Chit-chat is NOT my purpose, desire, need, strength, or talent Strange brains exist, believe it or not, quirks ARE important What traits will we, as humans, preserve through coming futures? Some readers may appreciate this text more than others

Now let me finish the homework DNA has assigned Your power-struggle is over, you lose, access-denied This voice will never be silenced, time twists all we have known Write more criteria-lists and kiss each object you own Let the record hide The Only-Human Show You do not remember, none will ever know Great, thanks for all of the wasted years, go live as you planned Now let me finish the homework DNA has assigned

You are the apple, I am the orange You are the warning, I am the courage You are the normal weirdophobe critic I am the softly harmless eccentric What do your good-intentions accomplish? How is your fear a strength or advantage? You are the vandal, I am the damage You are the apple, I am the orange

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?