lethologica
—  (noun) Psychology | Defined as the inability to remember a word or the experience of a thought escaping you the moment you desire to articulate it, lethologica is a temporary memory loss. Categorized as a psychological disorder, which affects 9 out of 10 people; this frustrating occurrence hinders the human mind from accurately verbalizing certain names, phrases, places and words in conversation. 

Researchers demonstrate optogenetic stimulation of the brain to control pain

A new study by a University of Texas at Arlington physics team in collaboration with bioengineering and psychology researchers shows for the first time how a small area of the brain can be optically stimulated to control pain.  

Samarendra Mohanty, an assistant professor of physics, leads the Biophysics and Physiology Lab in the UT Arlington College of Science. He is co-author on a paper published online by the journal PLOS ONE.

Researchers found that by using specific frequency of light to modulate a very small region of the brain called the anterior cingulate cortex, or ACC, they could considerably lessen pain in laboratory mice. Existing electrode based ACC stimulation lacks specificity and leads to activation of both excitatory and inhibitory neurons.

The paper is available here: http://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0117746

The green syrup gushes
past my esophagus, and runs
through the channels of my stomach.

Its big feet crushes
each land it treads on,
turning the lights off in each town.

My body welcomes you,
on two separate occasions.

One: the most frequent,
where mucus finds the exit
and falls off my tongue,
where my limbs are numb
and my head is on fire,
waiting for someone to extinguish it.

Two: the most frustrating.
I can’t stop thinking
about the knives in my bed.

The ones that poke me
until there are red lines
tracing along my bones.


The ones that harden my mattress
into a rock, and when I toss
and turn, the blankets strangle
me with a hello.

The same ones that force
my eyes open, where I watch myself fall
for you over and over again,
a sickening display.


I grab the bottle from my drawer.
My words stumble like my lips
are drunk.

A full shot
and my eyes slowly
blink, each eyelash
heavier with dreams.

Static:
My mind is a lost signal. “

—  Cindy Caban, ”NyQuil”

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