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Why Strewn Rubbish Makes a Location Look More Dangerous

Continue Reading February 9th, 2010

One is more likely to think an area is less well policed if litter is scattered around, and hence felons see litter as a possible signal for an opportunity of a break-in, a mugging, or car-theft

The Import of Supposedly Random Useless Facts

December 28th, 2009

For some strange cause, human beings are prone to prize and occasionally take up random useless facts. These useless knowledge facts is the consequence of thousands of years of fact assembling and organisation performed by humans all over the globe. Our draw to useless knowledge facts may be just as much a byproduct of our own semiempirical itch to compile statistics to help us describe ourselves inside that world. Our identity may very well survive in the immeasurable knowledge gathered since the beginning of scrivened human civilization.

While we are so frequently confused about the import of these facts, we are nonethless driven by them. Lists of these seemingly useless bits of knowledge have been hoarded for ages. Even in the modern era, we see them in tomes like “Guinness World Records”, whose publication has reached the hands of countless members of our species. Within these listings, we find that our own unique worries and neuroses may not be so peculiar. This provides us with a degree of solace that may help us continue moving in the manner we have become accustomed to.

If we lived in a world whose goals and needs were not collected, our our own eternal heart might also be lost to time.

sleeping

December 16th, 2008

as i watch you sleeping with know idea it will be the last time i ever will unkind fate has other plans for you. At this moment your beauty has never been more apparent Now bathed in pail light as you rest in my room of many windows. A thousand verses of just as many songs run threw my mind you are my living poetry , verses, sonnets and odes, Even as you dream you amaze me, Chiseled features as if glass or stone But made to live but flesh and bone, you inspire me i couldn’t and haven’t survived with out you my goddess my everything. I still see you even in my dreams and as of late in every face upon the street as your portrait is burned into my memories, Sweetest kiss and salty tears mingle on my tongue bloodstained hands of simple man turn bitter beast by time and circumstance beyond control. It has begun my glorious insanity the time all i see in the darkness minute after minute i watch as they change no longer going forward but counting down to my extinction. Morning will come i feel it in my bones it will wash away the magic of midnight And leave me with emptiness with the nonage i have failed, I awaken but its no longer our yesterday or even the day after.http://www.originalpoetry.com/sleeping_2