Children and Hallucinogens: The Future of Discipline was published by Penguin Books in 1971. The book assessed the amount of lysergic acid diethylamide that can be safely ingested by a child without him shape-shifting into furniture, reducing his mental capacity to that of a forgetful trout, or transforming into an identical replica of himself, which could cost the state thousands of pounds in new passports and other personal documentation.
Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. "Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay." For more information please reread.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Children & Hallucinogens
Children and Hallucinogens: The Future of Discipline was published by Penguin Books in 1971. The book assessed the amount of lysergic acid diethylamide that can be safely ingested by a child without him shape-shifting into furniture, reducing his mental capacity to that of a forgetful trout, or transforming into an identical replica of himself, which could cost the state thousands of pounds in new passports and other personal documentation.
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Splendid, thanks.
ReplyDeleteIs it the future yet?
ReplyDeleteIts 2015 so yep
DeleteBut I thought that was now?
Deleteno the future is now
Delete*Looks at watch*
DeleteNo, its now?
Here in Scarfolk our slogan is: "The future...is coming soon."
ReplyDeleteanyone got a pdf?
ReplyDeletei need to"ish my bosh" - probably ..
ReplyDeleteYou MUST check out this fanfuckingtastic tribute to Scarfolk 's "Children/Hallucinogens" by Stuart Foster & chums
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It was always an honour to be the sugar lump monitor at school. Miss Badcock would take out the sugar lumps and her little brown bottle at 11 O'clock everyday. She would then arrange the lumps on a square aluminium and, using the pink ended pipette that came with the bottle, she would put a single drip of what she called her "monkey juice" on each little cube.
ReplyDeleteThen, joy of joys, it was time for Miss Badcock to pick the monitor. Hands would shoot up as children would sit, ramrod straight and muttering "miss, miss." Miss Badcock would scan the class with a critical eye, instantly dismissing the 'odd' children and picking the one who she felt had best exemplified the Scarfolk Ideal. The chosen one would then collect the tray from the desk and then proudly process around the class, distributing the sugar lumps to their fellow pupils. Any children who were deemed to have been badly behaved or just disliked by staff were personally given a double dose by Miss Badcock.
This daily ritual was followed by "Golden Time" as we were allowed to relax for a while and our teacher would read aloud to us from the works of Alistair Crowley and go over general Thelemic principals with the class. The children who had been given the double doses would make rather alarming noises and try to eat their own eyes, but this lent an extra dimension to the rather jolly time the test of us were experiencing.
Good times....good times.....
This just made my day! :D
DeleteAbsinthe makes the art grow stronger. Vivian S.
DeleteThank you for the further effective warping of my fragile mind.
ReplyDeletedo what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
ReplyDeleteDo what thou art wilt shall be the amendment of the law.
DeleteDo what? Art shall be my mother in law
DeleteBest read in a while . Thanks for the chuckles.
ReplyDeleteThis does explain a great deal of my childhood. The ghost that used to come visit me every night, and the monster that lived in my closet and the one under the bed... I knew they were real. I could see them plain as day, they interacted with me, had expressions even if they never spoke. Mum and Dad said they were figments of my imagination, that they never saw them. I definitely did see them, of that there is no question; the only question is who was administering the hallucinogens? Mum? Dad? Sis? The maid? The creepy neighbours? Someone totally unknown and unseen? Is this why my life has been one train wreck after another due to mental breakdowns? Am I being paranoid? Or am I hallucinating all this right now...?
ReplyDeletecan i buy this anywhere or find a online version?
ReplyDeleteA big thumbs up from 2035 when a big thumbs up means something different.
ReplyDeleteAny further information on this book?
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