How to start book sharing in public space? Cool way to reuse obsolete phone booths…
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Unplug Yourself: How Advertising and Entertainment Shapes Your Subconscious
‘They say the subconscious is more powerful than the conscious. Usually, people are more influenced by their innate subconscious desires or intent than a rational and planned decision. This aspect of human nature is heavily influenced by your daily activity.
In western society, the subconscious mind of the individual is often subject to a number of heavy influences, through entertainment mediums especially. Television, movies, and music create a profound subconscious effect on the human mind that influences and dictates the choices that they will make to at least some degree.’
Well, sir, where should we dump this batch? The Playground?
No, all those bald children are arousing suspicion.
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The Prime Minister of the UK is a fan of Lana Del Rey.
nail in the coffinshe’s one of his favourite artists at the moment :)
(Source: lanadelrey-)
(via the-lizardking)
The divorce had ruined me financially so if I was going to be the “cool dad,” I knew it was going to have to be achieved without the crutch of expensive gifts and fun activities. I would have to actually become a cool person.
“Someone who people feel naturally drawn to,” I explained to Dr. Glovings, my stuffed bear.
The opportunity presented itself the very next day when I arrived to pick my daughter up from school. She was standing with her friends on the curb and as I drove by, she waved. I smiled and waved back, but then I pretended that the brakes to the car weren’t working.
I rolled along with a look of panic on my face, just fake pumping those breaks. I could hear my daughter and her friends kind of freaking out and it was hard not to laugh. Then I realized that the brakes really weren’t working. I crashed into a tree and the car lit on fire. Then, I lit on fire when I was trying to escape the car.
The flames engulfed my entire body and so I began to stalk forward, blindly and in the direction of where I’d seen my daughter and her friends. I tried to be cool and act like nothing bad was happening.
“How was school?!” I screamed. “Do you feel like ice cream?”
I felt like ice cream. I also felt like water. Like, a big trashcan full of water. I was burning alive for Christ’s sakes.
There were screams all around me, but I continued to lurch forward until the police gunfire eventually made me lose my balance. Okay, fine, Mr. Cool Guy. It was more than losing my balance. I was dead before I hit the ground.
THE END.
