Science Fiction Novel
The context of economy has been rewritten. Happiness, in milligram measurements has replaced pounds sterling; Eudaimonic – Entry dreams drive a dedicated citizenship; and life is about positivity. Set a foot in the negative, and they’ll know.
Revolutionaries plot memory filled landscapes with deep feeling and base truths – though their collective voice remains a mortal whisper within winds of Haptolian happiness.
Can they evoke dedication to the cause within the Immunites and coordinate the True Feelers; or will they be forced down by their two-dimensional peers, actively sustaining Contented Citizenship in unwavering Haptopic commitment?
One drug: wonder drug. One people: wonderful people. One power; won people.
All hail Haptolia.
An empathogenic drug of the phenethylamine class. Widely known as the “happiness drug”. Colloquially, terms “Haptolia” & “Haptopic” imply state, & attitude or inclusion, respectively. Energy buzz; alert, ‘alive’, in tune with surroundings; sounds & colours more intense; feelings of arousal, euphoria, well-being, and welfare for others are significant characteristics… Criminalized in all countries, but some limited exemptions in place for advancement. Regulatory authorities in several global locations have approved scientific studies…2] …reported to be in close talks with Drugs Councils, DRDD and SKF…
Call yourself authentic? I’ve got more bands than you.
Only been in 2001, and two oh-oh two?
What, you didn’t go to Goa; never seen Guatemala?
And your liver remains in full working order?
So, you haven’t drunk the tribe’s specialist vodka?
Wow, and you call yourself an authentic binge drinker?
I went to uni: pff, course I drunk the lager
And beer, and the bombs of enhanced Jägermeister.
What, you think because your wine was
Fortified, that you were binged to the slaughter?
No my friend, you are not an authentic binge drinker.
I was rushed to hospital as they pumped my stomach with sobriety based water
And led my mother up the hall, making her wish she were still a daughter.
No, you wannabe, you are no binge drinker.
My mother’s mother is dead, because like me,
She liked Outer-Mongolian, bush based tea
And enjoyed swigs of scotch whiskey with at least ten
Mixed up bennies.
But still my mother wishes she were a living daughter;
And still you call yourself an authentic binge drinker?
What, you haven’t been to festivals since ya was a tiny lil’ nipper?
Well my friend, just talk to my father.
It was he who showed me the grass of the gods and divine based, real liquor.
It was he who showed me the merit of smiling, and tolerance
In the face of intoxicated and tribal-brained, mortal grace.
He -like my mother’s mother- was an authentic binge drinker,
Regardless of his daughter.
So, with patterns to break,
My orphaned mother began splitting the guise in half.
She vowed to keep him
From dangerous drinking orders (hiding modal,
Blinkered bruises in perfecting her art),
Ensuring his straight became narrow,
And wagon finally boarded.
So, no my friend, this is not authentic binge drinking,
and I don’t envy your daily onslaught.
Now a member of Alcoholics Anonymous:
I deliver weekly platters of sobriety based truth,
And my so-called friends jibe me in the heart,
With their arrogant superiority of that binge drinking ‘art’.
So, no my friend, you are not an authentic binge drinker;
You have just forgotten the truth of love
And the worth of being an honest and loving daughter.
So, as with false economy, here find my false apology,
Ironic, as it’s direct from my heart:
I’m awfully sorry,
I cannot – will not – encourage
The arrogant superiority of your binge drinking farce.
~ Nonautobiographical ~
Just a post to firstly, apologise for the massively long silence; and secondly, to thank you all for not having upped and outed during said postlessness. Very much appreciated!
After a year and a half of unexpected gunk, am looking forward to catching up on everyone’s posting and life shenanigans!
….And given this is a boring, rather inconsequential post, thought it apt to lighten it with a rather inconsequential pic (for both the cat and dog lovers out there – if you hate animals, my apologies!).
S’good to be back.
Originally posted on Nikki Wheeler Paintings:
Its been a frustrating business, finishing my series of paintings from my Prospect Cottage stay!! Christmas of course, was an enforced break, with lots to do before hand. Also my brother who lives in Spain, had asked me to find him a country home near me, to buy. Luckily, I have now found him a beautiful rural idyll, just up the road from me. However, all this took up so much of my time, which I found extremely frustrating, as I was itching to complete the Dungeness series. Finally though, I completed the last of the nine paintings today. When they are all dry, I will be putting them on my website. Meanwhile here is one of them. Painted from my memories of looking out of the kitchen window, at Prospect Cottage, this one is titled “Big Skies and Cottages, Dungeness”. It is oil on board and measures 30 x…
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As the title suggests, this is an oversimplified explanation of man* and his money, as I see it.
Money Made Easy
Money does not make the man;
the man makes money.
Money can help mend man;
but man troubles over mending money.
Money does not make you happy;
Happiness though, is not rooted in poverty.
Poverty does not mend man;
and man will not mend poverty.
Money does make the man,
because with it he makes more money.
His making more money creates
these uncomfortable gaps to poverty.
So money may not make you happy.
but poverty does not allow free liberty.
Man will still make money, congruent
with his ‘Right’ views on socialists, and ‘their’ poverty.
*Not being sexist: man = human
A very dear friend of mine has recently lost his freedom. The playground in his head is unique. This wonderful man accepts in me something otherwise labelled by many, as merely ‘cynical’ or ‘negative’. He understands a significant paradox; enough to amalgamate my name into a term of endearment (MisanthRosie). His acceptance provides such freedom, so Steinberg (endearment), this one is for you. xxM I S A N T H R O P Y
1 cup panic induced insomnia
1 cup fear induced narcolepsy
2 teaspoons futile hope
1 tablespoon smugregano
3 cups anti-terrorist propaganda
1/2 teaspoon blind-solidarity
1 teaspoon “no i in team” (dried)
ten cups infra-red satellite
Beat insomnia and narcolepsy until creamed. Fold in futile hope and “no i in team” and beat until fluffy. Slowly stir in smugregano until mixture resembles lottery winning 2.4, and quickly add blind-solidarity.
In a separate bowl, mix anti-terrorist propaganda with infra-red satellite and blend until ingredients form masque. Slowly pour masque over other ingredients and leave to set.
iTeam Creme (iCreme)
1/2 cup ‘pickley capers’
4 tablespoons walk-over powder
1.5 cups trivia
2 heaped tablespoons sugar-coated edification
1/2 teaspoon bonding tape
1 tablespoon shallow-waters
Gently beat ‘pickley capers’ with walk-over powder and sift in the trivia. Stir in sugar-coated edification with subtle motion and blend with bonding tape. Leave in shallow waters until vantage point medley formed.
Bake in app-oven for 20 minutes or until lukewarm. Smother tepid medley over the ready-prepared masque, ensuring all angles and sides covered.
Published January, 2014, ‘Vice Verses’ Poem Anthology, Forward Poetry