"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Researchers at U of Zurich have developed an  oxytocin  nasal spray

as an adjunct to couples counselling   It increases positive communication

and reduces the stress hormone  cortisol   during conflict   Happy Stepford

couples everywhere!  Couples therapy no longer anathema   It will all be so

easy   With no heavy lifting of: complexes  +projections  +affairs!  


Think Huxley’s  Soma  in a nose spray  Except that everyone in the Brave New

World was so: happy  +calm  +repressed  that the Savage   a non-Soma user

hung himself  first chance   Love is supposed to be messy  Supposed to be filled

with loss  remorse  +pain    It is the glue after all  holding this human tribe together

And on the other side of the abyss   there is dopamine induced bliss!


All of this  is about to change  First with the Love Nasal Spray  next with

A free website that helps you  through algorithmic-magic   decide among other things

if it’s time to break up  +meet a batter match  perhaps years down the road    Leave

nothing to chance    Take no risks   What do you think?   Send me your thoughts at:



Now all of this may just be propaganda in pushing the naked ape toward populating

Mars   Every time you use your oxytocin nasal spray  or contribute to the: Algorithms

Are For Dummies  pool   the human conscience dissolves  one drop at a time  Making

it possible for your off-spring to board the Mars Shuttle +jettison you  and your

greying minions    A journey from which   there is no return 


My young friend recently said:  the Mars Mission is a young man’s game   I heartily

agreed   For where I am going  assisted or not:  Mars  +colliding black holes   +

gravitational waves  are child’s play


All right then, said the savage defiantly, I’m claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to

mention, the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and

cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in

constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the

right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.  There was a long silence.

I claim them all, said the Savage at last.


Most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream

of revolution.

(Aldous Huxley  Brave New World  1931)





Deep Winter  2016




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  1. Martin Atkins on said: is the newest algorithm which if info is imputed properly will get you a similar bride of Frankenstein 🙀

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