Monday, February 20, 2012

Mykol J. Hayverstock’s guide to true happiness.



Recently I read a misguided and sad attempt to promote happiness in others, a ‘how to’ type thing. It was just awful. The author was clearly an idiot. He didn’t get anything right. He promoted idiot ideas like enjoying the little things and having goals. Idiot! I laughed so hard I sprayed my keyboard with coffee from all of the air-holes in my face.

Here is how to be really happy. There is only one correct way and this is it. So settle in oxygen wasters, and learn some extreme wisdom from the master himself.

First of all, mouthbreathers, happiness comes from having things. Lots of things. Shiny things. Loud things. Expensive things. Big colorful things. Without having lots of things, there is no way you can ever be truly happy. It’s so obvious. It shows your excellence as a person. Possessions will allow you to be the person you have always wanted to be. Chase those items and you will never look back. Society encourages us to accumulate a lot of precious things at every opportunity and society is never wrong.

To acquire these things you will need lots of money. So to be happy you must have a well-paying job. Probably this means you will need to wear a suit every day and work in a big impressive office building. Come on you colostomy bags, this stuff is obvious. You know you’ve really done well when your job uses a lot of acronyms every day. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what they mean, no-one else does either. The important thing is that you make lots of friends at your work. Then you can talk to them about the acronyms that you don’t understand and they don’t either. Make sure you talk slightly down to them though, because they are competition on your way to the top – and more money. Remember, money makes you happy and also buys things which makes you happy, so you should be fair scrambling to get to the top.

Not only that, it gives you status, which is the third thing you need to be a happy and complete human being. This is better than your barely mammalian current state, trust me. Status means you can lord it up over people. Your power and popularity will fill you with a satisfying warm feeling. It isn’t undeserved smugness. It’s just how it feels when everyone knows of your unending excellence.

With status comes a lot of attention. So to best bask in that attention you need to possess the best Hollywood body you can. Turn that flab into firmness meatbag! Looking good will make you happier with yourself. If it’s too hard to get into proper shape the old school way (and let’s face it, it probably is) its okay. Remember that happy money you’ve been accumulating? The magic numbers in your bank account which leave you feeling tingly inside? Well they can be put to use to pay for fun surgeries which will take the bad stuff away from your body and insert fake bits which are more suitable for a real human being. What a treat!

By this stage you are no doubt pretty damn happy. But there is one more step. You need to find an Aphrodite to your Adonis (or vice versa. I’m new age and firmly believe that woman can be happy too. Equal rights and all that noise). Base this decision entirely on physical appearance. Personality is like the beams and stuff inside a house, where as appearance is like the wallpaper, stucco and ornamental fish pond. You can’t even see the beams and things so they can’t be important. You’d buy the house with the nice light fittings and expensive tiling wouldn’t you? So share your life with the human equivalent. Because happiness is looking good together in photos in front of famous things.

So it’s simple. Stuff. Money. Appearance. Status. Hottie. Those are the things you need for happiness, stuffed into a handy anagram, SMASH (remember this one). Apply these teachings to 

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

100 words

A foray into fiction with a 100 word story. It seems boredom is a strange beast.

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The street light flickers.

She’s a tight-body in a tight red dress, with her dark hair curled. She wears a shade too much make-up. It makes her look like a lady of ill repute- the desired effect.

A station wagon stops. The conversation's muted. Inside the wagon is darkness except for a glowing cigarette end. She shows a trace of pink tongue across pert red lips as she softly speaks. She gets in.

Next stop: an empty parking building. He’s hard already. She breathes on him gently. He doesn’t expect the thin knife-blade going into his throat. She moans, satisfied.