From these headlines, I’ve confirmed why I don’t read the newspaper: I don’t know that Teenage Girls Often Have Babies Fathered by Men. I will forever be stupid in the obvious world of News.
I’ve got to admit, these are some of the most truthful stories I’ve seen. I might just pick up a newspaper and turn over a new leaf. I always thought journalism was 20% truth, 80% fabrication (or any given percentage).
things probably aren’t interesting enough when you sell your body and you feel like an inanimate toy being used by a john just as dirty as yourself. Prostitution is not a crime-
in France. It is under fire but nothing like the United States and illegal sex work. Whether it’s legal or not will not change that if you engage your privates incessantly that you’ll get bored and desensitized. All those nerve endings will diminish the pleasure from over usage. You have to be an expert chef to make the same dish taste good with the same ingredients 10 meals a day over and over. Even then there’s a threshold. It’s all economics from there. Value goes down after the demand has been provided. The supply is one. Eat a donut and you’d pay an arbitrary price. After eating 5 donuts, you probably won’t want to pay as much. Sooner or later you won’t want to pay for the 12th ring of sugared pastry.
If you are a bored slut, try a new recipe:
– 2 days of Ragdoll blues
– Sewer scented security
– 3 day old newspaper
– one loch of hair
Make believe you are a woodpecker carving your initials in the dam of a beaver’s house. Realize you have wings to fly away, but that you have made a cage of wooden tears. Your tree pays you in leaves and you see the leaves as independence, so you don’t leave the cage. Wrap your loch of hair in the newspaper and proceed to ignite the rolled newspaper. Inhale the musty smoke and saran rap the sewers as a preventative measure against rulers and contracts. Better yet and worse later- learn how to saran rap at your local MC showdown. Live life as if it you had to yield crops from your field.
Staple your ear and lose those pounds. Do not try this at home. A professional ear stapler has the certification from Staples to help you shed those buckets of fat. These staples aren’t found in the stationary section. They’ve been sanitized and may be a little bit thinner than industrial staples. Obesity is solved forever with the curb your appetite sudo-science. The reasoning behind this is the acupuncture points are associated with different parts of the body. In your ear resides the associated area for weight control and metabolism via the thyroid. While they claim it is safe and may feel similar to a piercing, it may make your jaw hurt. The pain will make you not want to eat anything. Also be weary of infection. The staple is placed above the ear canal in the direction of your brain. The side effects may be damaged hearing or brain damage if the procedure fails.
‘Tis nice to know that someone out there approves of activities that would be otherwise asinine. Watch an ameteur trying “ear stapling” for unknown reasons. Maybe he’s trying to get in shape the easy way.
More video in the first link, but it’s got more of an infomercial mood to it. And yes, this is real. No gimmicks [the efficacy and claims of the diet restriction regimen are certainly unproven though].
I’m debating whether or not to earn a few dollars a year by adding adverts here. I like being honest without selling words without complete mind control. It costs a few tens a year to keep my site running so I might just give it a go. Then stop. We’ll see, now won’t we? My sleeves have magic tricks embedded in them. And a change is gonna come (maybe).
I’ve been fascinated in hypnosis. It may not exist in the paranormal light it is often presented, but I’d like to learn more about it. It seems to have a sociological aspect to its existence. Have a look at hypnosis training with a portable EEG Machine. If this were reproducible and only through hypnosis, then there might be a case for its validity. Like the Amazing Kreskin, I don’t believe in a hypnotic trance or an altered state of reality is required to fool someone or to influence people.
Derren Brown and Criss Angel have gotten pretty popular in recent years. There are others that are more classic and have preceded them. These people need consultants. Some of these people include Banachek, Max Maven, and Richard Osterlind. Even Penn & Teller turn to others for help, but they have done some original stunts and research of their own.
It seems the CIA was pretty interested in behavior modification for some 20 odd years. MK-Ultra and Mind Control. Yumm…
Suprisingly, some scientists seem to give credibility to hypnosis [Scientific American]. Although I don’t have a first hand account of things in the article, the descriptions sound fishy enough. A person who is not hypnotized can and will drop their hands after imagining a heavy ball (and even imagining they aren’t). People’s arms get tired and will droop in a natural setting over time. That is a poor measurement for being under the influence of hypnotic suggestion. This brings me back to my first example of an EEG. Analyzing the brain is a better method than going on personal accounts. People will believe anything. Hynoplacebo effect? On the other end, I read that one study found little or no significant difference in EEG readings. So maybe there is nothing to get excited about.
This has got to be the most insignificant but worthwhile event that has happened lately. I saw some kind of insect. I think some sort of beetle. It had fallen-and-it-couldn’t-get-up. It was stuck on it’s back and was scratching at the air to turn itself over. I thought about what intentions it had. Either genetics was programming it to survive or it thought about getting out of his situation. I intervened with an oversized wrench that was sitting 4 feet above the bugger. I picked up the wrench and proceeded to perform a live dissection. It was an easy cut that seemed to divide his top and bottom half perfectly. I looked at the split in two insect. There was a pause and I saw the head and the 2 legs still squirming in a heavier commotion. I felt bad. I needed to complete my needless injuries. Before passing the final blow, I examined the portion that was lifeless, although I imagined a couple twitch of the posterior legs. Round 2 and the wrench overcame. Within those moments chemicals exploded inside my body and my head was in a haze of abstract mystery. It’s not that I felt guilty. Inside was a palpitating heartbeat and a rush of adrenaline. It could be described as a panic attack in a existential sense. Being and subjecting myself and my actions on the beetle. The murder that took place was no different than the tale Albert Camus created in The Stranger
What was left out of that story was a vivid emotional array by the Killer of the Arab. My interactive and personal intensities to the situation exceeded the rationality of the events.
For further reading of related microscopic importance (namely the death of bugs), read The Death of the Moth by Virginia Woolf. It is on the caring side but I share the same observations and relate to this story.
A moth recently visit my room after the previous events. I decided to let it fly. It remains in my room and I closed the door. Even after I had reopened the door, it stayed. It was more lively the the other victim I had erased from motion. It had a quasi-frantic random flying pattern about it. It would take breaks and find unusual spots to take five. It overwhelmed my attention and its eye grabbing flutters did not annoy me but gave me reason to feel entertained. I lost sight of it leter on and now I can only hope that it’s not dining on a sweater or whatever moth diets consist of…
Google seems to think so…
Psychics are so psychotic that they forget the “ot” in Psych-ot-ic. They actually get paid to have a psychological condition. Makes me happy that complexicated people can get respect for being dysfunctional. Reminds me of
Damnit! There goes my memory. AReGHuh!*&@^#$%@#$
It reminded me of ? all of the sudden then decided it didn’t want to recall it in time for me to jot it down after taking a little break. Stupid short term memory. Let me give it a minute [minute goes by] and it never came. Maybe in a week I’ll finish this post but it’ll go live anyhow.
Safer cigs- they don’t exist. No risk, no mouth, no smokes. It’s all nicotine and tar from here. Read up on the marketing mumbo jumbo of safer cigarettes and its history. Pretty interesante if I might say. Anything that is smoke that goes to your lungs isn’t supposed to be there and probably has a risk of being bad for you. If the earth wanted us to breathe smoke, she’d set us all on fire. Quitting is the best way to erase your chances of smoking-caused cancer. You could try all day to get less cancer, but all is gambling when poking around in casinos. Try a smokeless* carbon cigarette anyway.
Not all cancer is caused by smoke (or even second hand). Carcinogens are created when you barbecue your steak (the char), at your campfire (burning wood), and almost everywhere even when a fire is not present. Eliminating risk of cancer can be achieved by ceasing to be; not my suggested option.
The life of a rock is fascinating. Think of salt- sodium chloride. Salt is the only rock that is people willingly eat. It has to get refined to be used safely for human consumption, but it is a rock. It’s life helps us add flavor to food, to retard spoiling of food, and with a little help of iodine drizzled on your salt, you can prevent nasty cretinism and goiter. The rock life is one that can roll without the help of Elvis. Think about the greats like Bob Dylan who pays homage to the stone in his most popular metaphoric song “Like a Rolling Stone.” The Rolling Stones even had to give themselves a sturdy name so they could get some respect in the music biz. Resorting to bold measures, truck companies once longed to be “Like a Rock.”
Rocks are special. They have collectors, movers, sellers, miners, and many other friends. With so few enemies, who wouldn’t want to live the rock life. Sure, you might get thrown, or crushed, but you always have a purpose. You are there being a rock for as long as you can. How legendary is that?
Has anyone eaten Barry Bonds home run ball yet? The IRS is already putting taxation on that valuable ball. Interest is rising ya know. You can witness the real homerun ball on NASA TV still traveling in space. To calm the crowd, SWAT had to blast fastballs via pitching machines at the crowd. They were subdued promptly. The Arizona Diamondbacks were not happy that they didn’t catch it, but they did give Barry Bonds time to speak about his team and his family and all else that mattered to him. God bless his baseball. It will need it after the brawl of a quarter of the stadium raced for the prized gold plated ball. The pitcher knew he was required to pitch his hitting ball so he engraved a message in pure gold that reads:
The tally is not exact, but there are thousands of alleged Home Run baseballs in the sewers of NYC.
If only the world was a baseball game.