the secret of chinese medicine :D:D:D

i read somewhere that mcdonald's toilets in china are cleaner than the ones people have at their homes. perhaps that's the secret of chinese medicine, people become exposed to all sorts of bacteria and infections, by the time they get sick they are strong enough to make it through with or without the chinese medicine..

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Miniature smart phone

Develop a miniature smart phone which projects its screen onto any plain surface. Users would touch the projected screen rather than the phone. Requires that we figure out how to feed touchscreen instructions on the projected screen back to the phone. I don't know how this can be done but I do know that if it can be done, it will be a gadget revolution.

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Show me the petition...

We spent $170 million to build the New Acropolis Museum, a state-of-the-art modern building overlooking the Acropolis. We made a special section on the stolen Parthenon Marbles which we've been asking the British museum to return back to Greece for quite a long time now. Every year millions of tourists visit the Acropolis and yet there is no petition inside the museum to sign requesting that the British return the stolen marbles to Greece. I wonder how much common sense is required to think of the most obvious form of pressure to apply for a cause of paramount cultural importance to my country. Seriously, it's all Greek to me!!

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Did you know?

How come a baby's blood doesn't rush to its head when its upside down in your stomach?

The amniotic fluid keeps the baby suspended, a bit like 'zero gravity', so there's no such thing as 'up and down'. The baby is safely floating in fluid.

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How to create a romantic gift

Save the wine bottle from a particularly special dinner you shared, and turn it into an oil lamp or candleholder. You can purchase a ceramic cork and wick from candle stores. Suggest to your boyfriend or girlfriend that you use this candle during special romantic interludes, to add a special nostalgic touch.

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Collateral Profit

You hear people often use the phrase "Collateral Damage" and it makes you wonder why no one has ever thought of the opposite. What can a good example of "Collateral Profit" be? You've prepaid the very expensive full services of a tall sexy blond escort. You open the door and discover her last-minute replacement. A fugly bulky hobbit bitch. You'll get your money back she says with compliments from the agency...she's the compliment! You're not convinced but you let her blow your steam. After she's done you realize it was a true compliment in deed. At that point you know that, by comparison, the blond's job would have blown the collateral wind in the direction of the damage section of the escort spectrum. You smile but it's not relief that you sigh. That was your collateral profit! :)

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To Catch a Cheater.

A disposable tampon for women with a safe chemical element and or micro chip that detects from a significant other's semen or saliva the presence of 'other than' hormones, DNA or foreign fluid that can only be attributed to intercourse with another person.

The suspicious party would insert the tampon to gather evidence, then compare the results to a chart to detect the presence of other DNA, or multiple DNA.
Of course, a baseline would have to be established by using the tampon to establish a baseline.

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Detecting Sexually Transmitted Diseases

A condom that could be used by either partner that would turn a specific color, say RED, if the partner has a STD, or other sexually transmittable disease. Sounds like a potentially profitable product. I imagine more women would buy than men and then offer it before sex. Not many men would want to advertise their STD, that's what condoms are for.

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Soremates

I've thought of a new word we can introduce into the English language. We have a word for soulmate, the rare person in your life with whom you share the most special connection with. How about a new word to describe the people whose presence is more frequent in our lives? Those sorry-mate affairs who start with best intentions only to end in sorrow. Soremates. So many of them around driving up the value of those rare few real soulmates out there...

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All you can stare bars in Japan

Most of my foreign friends tell me how they notice the Japanese people often stare at them but don't stare at each other. It's true, Japanese people don't stare at each other, if at all, the same way they would stare at a foreigner. When I went to Italy I noticed there people stare a lot. Because it's not socially acceptable for the Japanese to stare at each other, I think a bar where everyone can stare at each other would make the Japanese happy to experience what they can't experience in other social settings :)

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long To Go Home :'(

Void, canceled, simply annulled.
Endlessly aching, unconsoled.
This Life has broken my reason.
Touch without sense, time without season.
I face a life now I don't want anymore
The longing 2 go home eats at my core.
All that makes me I hold deep within,
Leaving me lifeless,
I'm no longer living
A shallow face, anguished and marred.
An empty space, scaled and scarred.
Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade.
Secretly hiding 'hind a fictitious facade.
Still, lost within this heart of glass,
This fragile and yet unfeeling mass.
Lies the remains of a boy that once glowed,
My gift to y'all I once bestowed.


A simple void, is that what I've become?
The hollowed sphere on a pendulum.
Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion,
Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion.
No reason, no answer, no justification.
The creation of a fucked up imagination.
Just passing through time as time passes me.
Don't come close, please leave me be.
Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard.
Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd.
All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed,
I live my life dying,
An unembraced, a void.

Trick-e

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MaYbE ThIs RhYmE wAs NoT sUcH a MiStAKe ??

Yo some times I just feel like taking on insight
Holding my pen tight and starting a big fight
Saying what I like coz thier wrong and I'm right
Making the chumps bite at every word I write
Wordz are my brain's might spittin out pure spite
I'm a lyrical black night holding my sword tight
Now read and recite
Yo the below lines are new height

Lack of equality
Our fucked up democracy
I'm not the persona that's makes people feel me
Naw, what I'm talking about is the real me
The sad, down, depressed, wanna cry, but can't cause I'm too much of a guy
The always broken, softly spoken, comfortable with being a token
Me
The masking my real consciousness with false confidence
G
The me that my closest friends don't even know
The war of memories that's my own horror show
You see, I come off as a no care in the world person whose always humorous
So when around friends, I'm expected to humor us
I realize manz care, and most are considerate
But reveal how I feel, I won't even consider it

This is why my brains always on tour
Feel like I don't even know what's right any more
Use to strive for the best, would not settle for less
Now I'm caught up in the times of feeling pure nothingness
But who would listen to a person who feels that life's a disaster
A person who sleeps till mid-day so tomorrow comes faster
A person who gives advise to others, he don't follow him himself
A person who feels life's not worth any wealth
Why would ya'll wanna listen to something that's seems so pathetic
And Yet so poetic
So blue but so true
Because we've all been there, down in despair
To the point where we no longer care
That place where instead of living it up,
We're just giving it up
That place we struggle to get through,
But's easy to fall in to
Although
Hey Yo
If I can touch just one sole with my tone
Make them realize that they're not out there alone
Because someone finally came at them straight
And said something out loud to which they could relate
Maybe this rhyme was not such a mistake

What do ya reckon?

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Dawn's broken

Dawn has yet to crack
my tired body still
my midnight mind is racing
events and ideas colliding
their fusion creates thoughts
nature plus nurture...
combine with human instincts
concepts swirling constantly,
subconsciously forming how i think
unconscious conforming to create what is my mind
the same mind i try to wrap around...
the ins and outs and roundabouts...
of the square that forms the box
that i've spent my existence trying to think outside of


fate cursed my being with a thirst for the truth..
to search for the answers
to questions no ones asked,
with voices never spoken
to ears that never heard..
staring through the night
so blind that i can see,
i seek to form the riddle
that would crumble the greatest sphinx


in a world devoid of answers....
are we sure this is a world?
there's life beside our lives
if only we could see it
after life we're something different
and its something to believe in


insomnia reigns, clouding my dreams
..that i dream with open eyes
fozen motionless, burning
thoughts awoken
revolving around a planet that revolves around a star
ablaze for milleniums....
until the end of days.....


a bullet with my name
hits its target, missed its aim
a chain reaction follows
brilliant sparks ignite....
like luminous lightning lighting
the sky of darkest nights
fire confined inside, pride capped the chimney
1000 words moving..
at once emotions pictured
a world of dreams like disney's
a living motion picture
imagination unlocks the key
to find out whats inside me
to discover what i am
to discover what is me


progressing productivity produces perfection....possibly
probably potential's pointless now
its too late for a beginning
too soon to call it quits
i swim through streams of passion
in search of ocean's power
i gather remnants of weakness
to dump in worlds of wastelands


dawn is yet to crack
dark night is still upon us
my breath is in the distance
..as i've left my death behind
pick up all my pieces
in the deserts of my dreams
i'll find a new hope
LIFE IS NEVER WHAT IT SEEMS

Trick-e

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Reality In Poetry

Sometimes I stare out my window
Wishing my remote control
Could change the channel on the faces I see;
Faces that say, life is not a game,
But everyday is a battle with pain
Faces marred with oppression.
They sit in the soot of depression,
Hard hearts; scarred-
Lips drip fits of aggression
Four fifth on hip for protection
Misdirectioned minors
Minus a touch
Some mothers never let their babies grow up,
But fathers never seem to love them enough
So they say stuff like, m puttin' in work.
When really they just bein mischievous,
They ain' soldiers, they miscreants,
Deviant, and defiant,
Not even self-reliant, just self-destructive
Like one of them suckaz born a minute ago
They don't know that whole image is a gimmick presentin' limits to their exposure
I understand some make it over,
But most of them wisher's end up floatin' in the river
Unidentified, like they was never alive,
While some are force feed fistfuls of fallacies
Til morality is traded for a salary that can't pay for celery
Faces that scream, party til they bury me,
Cause apparently life is a gift and a curse
The present hurts, the past ain't last, and the future ain't guaranteed,
And since I didn't ask to come, can't wait to leave.
Faces of pregnant teens who loss dreams to telly
Swelling with regret wondering if planter of seed will leave
Cause it's easier to turn back and walk away than face mistakes
Easier to place blame than claim responsibility
This is reality
But there are no cameras to shoot that
This is where the cold cracked concrete of Leicester streets
Meets potential misguided by ambition
Where dreams deferred find refuge in addiction
Cause religion is imprisoned by tradition
No interventions,
Cause though we want to change Ga's to Gents
We don't want to go through the pain of the process
We want the progress
There's a new born screamim' from a dumpster in an alley
Left there by its mother
Not about models posing for magazine covers
This is cardboard boxes for covers storm vets for beds
Having a reason to believe you'd be better off dead
Not about how a group got discovered and fell off
This is a 16yr old girl drowning herself in alcohol
Cause she too poor to afford an abortion
The echo of a gun cocking for the first time
In the ears of a 8yr old boy
Who just witnessed his father being murdered in a drive-by
So he decides to take a life
The first sniff of coke
And the last heroine high before a flatline
O.D.
Oh he left without saying goodbye,
No, he died!
The biggest loser may never come back
The chef in hella's kitchen is mixin' crack

Trick-e

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A Windows Pain

There's a window in our attic
It watches the leaky faucet of time drip the world gone by
The window can see everything, but in turn, feels nothing
It knows all the world has to offer but remains a spectator
Dust sleeps upon frozen memories waiting to be awakened within
Or is that they are covered forever?
But the window continues to look out at the world
While the world continues to overlook the window
Why is it that we always look out windows, but never in?
Happiness is blind but the window clearly sees with zero emotion
I guess then ignorance is bliss!?
Nice one window :)

Trick-e

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WhAt Is CoNsCiOuSnEsS

What is consciousness or how do you define an emotion?
Can you draw it like it's some thing you see?
I try to define But I am unable to confine the darting sentiments of my mind
Long enough to understand them or even agree
But you don't understand the world that I see
So I stay poised and constantly ready
I soul-search and draw the blue print for the person I think I should be

Then I realized it has done a 360 on me
I'm further then ever from being world free
However

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requires my endeavour

I am consistent and always persistent like a newly bourn infant

trying to makes sense of the play on life shown
Should I be searching for a soul to become one with my own
Or has the mind that I find left me wandering alone

The world is to cold, and you, 2 hard 2 love
I haven re-set my loyalty to the forces above
The connection's been made, The pen unleashed on my page
To disengage rage that traps me like a cage
Once complex variables of thought become organized,
in order to convey a message that will always be scrutinized,
I ask it again , Who the hell am I?
I know that the answer's behind the wondrous dark sky
An undying proclamation of destiny,
my life spitten pure through poetry,
As long as there are injustices someone has to pay,
But it's apathy that cause catastrophe,
Evil leads the way

There has to be more than this, Life broker some deal!
Don't leave me here at this desk for I know what is real
Another pointless cog in a wobbling wheel
Making the fat catz richer in an energy steel
Ensuring those who are poor constantly pay more
Because the soulless grey suits want profits to sore
I hate myself more every time I pass through this door
Assisting an enemy when I should be at war

The Matrix is real and you've never been free
It's not a computer, its reality
Society

Your involved in a war

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You don't even see

Trick-e (C)

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IF

If you can treat the same, each face you meet
No matter their color nor creed they seek
If you can trust all can be sincere
And Ignore the media in your ear
If you can hope and not get tired of hoping
Or not be swayed when criticized
Or keep courage when back's turn to face you
And make belief louder than their sighs

If you can achieve and not be conceited
If you can help but not make glory why
If you can treat as you should be treated
And raise those who need it way up high
If you can watch your darkest day back
Played out on a massive screen
Keep your nerve when faced with attack
And keep a steel grip on your dream
If you can know that friends will hurt you
Yet not judge them harder than you do yourself
If you can see the hardest job through
And not blame mistakes on someone else

If you can force your hart to cry out
For those who don't deserve your care
If you can whisper over their shout
And when without still learn to share

If you can keep your sense of own
Even when lost in a crowd
If you can check your voice's tone
Be gracious when your feeling proud

If you can look at all that I've wrote
Then tick on each and every line
If you can give my lost sole some hope
Show me light for i've been blind

Trick-e (c)

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Wot Up Darkness

Yo,
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I endured a tired sun
With my eyes
And now following your arrival
I feel an awakening
In dread
One that I've come accustomed to

Many darknesses;
Many friends
Have played their allure
On me
Reminding me of what I'm looking for
Because darkness hides
Everything
Even my dreams are darkness
No colors
So I can make up what they were
A blank canvas for me to paint
beautiful murals of memory
If only I was inclined to entertain
Dishonesty

But I remain for truth
That out of the darkness
Maybe I can unearth its beauty
For all to see
So they can see what I see
In me
In my friend
Darkness

TRick-e

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Shocking Fish Vibrator !!

It's not the shape of the fish that will inspire the physical arousal but what about its vibrating spasms when it's out of the water and gasping for oxygen? You might think this is totally sick but we do know from erotic literature that young women have experimented with conger eels for example! Combined with special carving on the scales to add friction and enhance stimulation, the ultimate female vibrator is sure to shock women's senses. Why should we only read about it in erotic literature and not turn the fantasy into a real life experience? Sometimes I wonder where the adult toy industry gets its inspiration and research ideas from...

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Life is An Airport

After all we are all just doing what we do as we ponder what awaits us above the mysterious sky that strides the end of runway. But it's what we do and how we do it before we hear the announcement to "make your way to the departure lounge" that's so interesting.

Come over, take a seat next to me here by the check in board and just watch as life is performed in front of your very eyes. Every aspect of humanity will show it's self to you I promise :)

Let's start over there at the check in desk. Check out the guy screaming away at the poor rep, this is the perfect place to start. Now you can tell how this guy navigates life, it's his fault he's missed his flight, the gate closed 10 minutes ago but he's not going to take the blame oh no! It's everyone else's fault from the motorway to the operating rules of the airport but not for one minute is he going to admit to himself that he should have allowed more time for the journey, for he can't have made an error .... that just can't be!! For if he admitted this to himself his whole world my collapse around him :) how many people do you know that live their lives like that.

Now I look over and smile at the brave 18 year old girl who stands alone next to her suit case and looks terrified! She epitomises the spirit and ambition of the young.

She's not sure what she's looking for but she know's that life is for living and fulfilment is only found by those who break away from the safety of familiarity and go out there in to the unknown and seek it out. I want to go over squeeze her hand and give her some words of encouragement for I admire her courage and part of me wishes I was going on that journey with her, fortune favours the brave sister! ;)

My hart drops as I look towards the departure gates for here is the hardest aspect that life will ever hit us with. A man tries to hard to fight back the tears as he watches his wife of 50 years let's go of his hand for the very last time. For her final call has come and the departure lounge awaits her. That Question that we all put to the back of our minds is etched over both their tear stained faces. Is this the very last time or do they meet again in some final destination? I feel a lump in my throat as I have to look away, I wish we knew the answer to that question! I can't help it thinking what a profound change to our lives it would cause if we did, whether it made us realise just how precious and short life really is or maybe that there is a judgment awaiting us on how we lived it.

Then my spirits are lifted a little as I cast my eye's over to the bar and observe a twenty some thing guy and his mates meeting the news of another delay with a cheer and the raise of their beer glasses. I can't help laughing for no matter the proven dark side of drink and drugs I'd argue there are few better times in this life than the times spent in the bars with the your chosen family when time stands still and all life's ill's cease to exist for a while, I chuckle again to myself ... good on ya boys :)

Then my attention is swiftly taken by the screams of joy that emanate from the arrivals hall and bounce around like a breeze of good feeling that touches everyone it passes. That prodigal person who means so much to someone has returned. It reminds me how amazing it is, the profound effect people have on each other, at it's best changes a life for ever and at it's darkest ends one or worse. It's easy to forget hey! the effect we have on those around us, a fact we all forget to often I fear. Still let's enjoy the upside for a moment as a son is embraced by his family as finally he's returned from far off adventures. That's what's life's all about! right there in that embrace, being held by those who mean everything, for no matter where we've been or where we going we all need someone to love and to miss in equal measures those who tell you different just wish it was not so.

It's then I notice the lost and found spot and feel in all it's intensity the full irony of life. A small child cries in the arms of a police officer, her mother long gone as she hopes that faith will be able to give this young one a better shot of life than she ever could. That's the true reality of life we all struggle with , the pure lottery of it all. As at one side of the room we witnessed the unbridled joy of a family reunited, next we see it's anti christ communicated in the whales of a child who may never know what the unconditional love of a family would have bought. Where it's easy to play the blame game and point finger's at the mum we don't know the story and never will. We don't know her circumstances and the life she lead that brought her to this point and decision. It's one of the hardest facts this life has to dish out, life's not fair and some no matter how much we wish otherwise some are destined to live one full of pain and suffer. Still we can still wish, I can't take my eyes of the crying child... good luck kid!

Even though they will do nothing to aid you, my thoughts are with you :'(

I stare on at the child and sigh as an Indian couple block his view and for a moment at least become a welcome distraction. The progress in air travel raises another big aspect of this life to me. You see the appearance of this couple from a foreign land will and does create very different reactions from very different people. To me it's a welcome site as culture's inter-mingle and mix, learning so much from each other. To other's however this is the worst site imaginable!! people from different countries and even worse different coloured skin invading!! I've never understood why a skin tone can cause so much pain hurt and war, I mean why does it matter?? If their hart beats true than their alright right??

Wrong!! It seems a lot of people in this world need a reason for hate and if you look different then that's good enough! It's gotta be one of the most depressing facts of life! I often wonder what an alien species would think if they looked down on this world and saw all the devastation caused by nothing more than a skin tone. I guess they would think the truth ... what a primitive life form we are!

So they we are yo! :) just 5 minutes of life played out in front of you but 5 mins that showed you some of the very best and the very worst that this life brings.

What about me? lol now your asking! me I'm a 29 year old who's still lost, why do you think I'm sitting here next to the destination board?!? I'm still working out where it is I wanna go. I've learned alot in my wait though and often learned the hard way, so if ya enjoyed our chat then take these things with you as you carry on your journey.

Remember what we saw and try to have more of a good effect then bad on the people around you. Remember people are what they are and not what what who you wish they were (keeping that close to your hart can save allot of pain trust :) ) and as you pass the airport bar remember that drink and drugs may give you an illusion of happiness but illusions are temporary and finding real happiness is a life long quest only achievable if you stay true to your self an don't fall into the trap of self denial which is all too easy! The most hopeful statement I can give though is it's all down to you! How you treat people and how you conduct yourself and it's never to late to stop, sit around, and watch for a while then change! :)

Yo it's been nice chatting with you but it's time I found my plane to catch!!

Bon Voyage

Who ever you may be! :) x

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John Lennon got it wrong!

John Lennon once stated life is what happens when your making other plans a profound enough statement but then again open to much interpretation and in this bright sparks eyes it kinda fell short of the mark.

For you see to me life is what we forget about when we are making other plans or at least the really important aspects of it. Plans ladies and gentlemen, Plans are merely a life times distraction to keep our minds from wondering and pondering on those most profound and terrifying truths about life, the truth being we have no idea what the truth is and most probably could not come close to comprehending it if we didI mean what is life? Or more specifically what is reality? How do you define it? How do you even define "consciousness"??? For example a tree is classed as being alive and just like us is made up of cells but to the best of my knowledge a tree does not know it's alive because it has no state of consciousness.

This being the case I can only assume that being "conscious" is "being alive" rather than just alive. So if we accept that then the next question I guess is what creates consciousness? It would seem to me that the "procession of a brain" is the answer to that question. So what does a brain do and how does it give birth to consciousness? At it most basic function it would seem to me that a brain is there to process and make sense of the information feed to it by all the different senses of our body that once interpreted by the brain give us each our unique idea of reality and thus this is the first step of consciousness.

I guess then that in very simple terms the brain could be compared to a circuit board. A circuit bored that has senses attached such as a thermometer for sensing temperature aswell as light, sound, and movement senses etc all hooked up to a central processor (this being the brain) that interprets the information from these sensors to determine whether it's night or day, hot or cold and so on. All pretty straight forward so far but where it becomes really interesting is when we look at some of the other aspects of consciousness, things like drive, emotion, and sense of self. How is it a bunch of cells that receives and sends electrical signals can create theses phenomenas?? Where does sense of self come from?? It's the old adage "I think therefore I am" but just thinking about the ability to think is mind blowing in itself!! The answer to this I think (see what I did there) is the answer to everything! It opens up so many more questions that drags into the mix things like religion, afterlife, and whether a person has free will or their actions are all pre determined by the way their brain has developed inside them. Then we have to throw emotions and drive into the mix!

Are emotions and drive just another aspect of the brain the strength of which is determined purely by how well a brain has developed! Or do we have a soul??

The concept of a soul makes much more sense to me, the idea that or bodys and brain are nothing more than a vehicle that carries this life energy around for a while on its (our) short stay on planet earth before the human body dies and releases it again to go back to whence it came. If we are to believe in a sole I think we have to accept that we have no understanding of what life is at all and for this stage at least we are just hear for the ride. To be fair I think most of us do accept this, anyone who does not in my view shows arrogance to a ridiculous degree :)

this does for me however raise two very different arguments as to what consciousness is but what an exciting and all consuming argument it is!! It comes down to this I feel, is consciousness created purely by a heartbeat and electrical signals racing round a brain or is consciousness created by a soul that's been transferred into a body whilst it hangs round this planet for a while. I guess some would argue it's a religion V science argument but I'm not so sure it's a clear cut as that.

So the first argument, is consciousness created purely by a heartbeat and brain? Well if this is the case then surely we are nothing more than advanced robots that have a set life span and when our bodies die we cease to exist as quickly as we started to exist. I'm not sure that I like this idea but I can kind of see the logic. As I touched on earlier you can sort of compare us in very basic terms to computers in that we are merely entities that process data in our brains sent from our senses and as such we act and behave accordingly. The issue with this theory though is how and where do emotions and drive come into the equation? Can electrical signals in the brain really create these? Surely not!?! I guess the answer to this question maybe given to us one day in our far future because if the day comes that a robot is designed who starts to cry because it's lonely then the human has become god and as such in my view we're all fucked as it would clearly indicate that we are indeed just advanced biological robots with no sole and no judgment or after life when our time finally comes. If this is the case however it leads onto another massive question, if we are just advanced robots then what or the hell designed us!!!! If we some where in the future develop the ability to create consciousness out of circuit boards then something out there must have designed and created us right!?! The whole thing just comes full circle! Maybe God is some unimaginably advanced life form out there and our universe is sitting in a Petri dish as they continue to experiment as we do! Now the question is what created them?? Do they have a soul??

Oh Mr Lennon sir, what have you started ?? ;)

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Tricky gumball ideas

I spotted this gumball machine selling "ideas" for half dollar each in East Village, NY. My first thought was, who really wants to pay half a dollar to buy a fortune cookie without the cookie? No thanks. But as I passed by, I suddenly changed my mind so I turned back to give it a try. This is the idea I got in my first try, "Buy a gumball machine and sell ideas for the low, low price of 25 cents"!! That was "funny" so I thought to try and see what other messages they had in store. Guess what I got next, "Buy a better idea"!!!

All right. I get it. I give up now. I just spent a dollar to buy something that basically laughs at me. Was it worth it? I don't know. On one hand the guile amused me even if it was a rip off. On the other, it was just 50 cents, what was I expecting??

I don't know...

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Fisherman

This is my idea for a new restaurant that I don't believe exists anywhere yet. It will be called "Fisherman". It will be the spot where real fishermen hang out. After work they bring their own fresh fish and it gets cooked in traditional fishermen recipes. The fishermen pay nothing for their meal and extras and always get priority seating. In return, each fisherman offers a few extra fresh fish from his catch. The fish is then cooked and sold to regular customers who dine sitting next to real fishermen and learn interesting things about catching fish, how to cook them etc.

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How to improve a creepy product!!

A lot of people don't know about it but there are companies that can make personalized urns of deceased people using facial reconstruction and 3D mapping software!! It's for people who want to keep their loved departed ones in an urn on the mantle. Fortunately, I don't have friends or family around me harboring such tastes. I've got an idea, however, that will enhance the product's experience. Make the eyes concave so they follow the person around the room. That's right! What's the point of having something so creepy in your room without turning it into a totally horrifying and spooky experience? lol

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Best Toilet Environment Idea

It's a toilet that uses runoff water from your sink. It's totally safe and reduces water consumption. I think it's a beautiful idea. Kind of a strange thing to say about a toilet, but it is. A variation of it is to install a mini hand washing sink in the top of the toilet. Then all the water from just cleaning/disinfecting would go right into the tank. A set up that involves the shower as well as ultraviolet light for killing bacteria would be ace if it leads to no-harm unlimited flushing.

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