THAT CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE IN A NASAL SPRAY
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 Nanaya.co
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
(Aldous Huxley Brave New World 1931)
Deep Winter 2016