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Media. The prattle of the TV's blare, The transfixed masses stare, 24hr news makes it clear, Don't believe what you hear! Entwined In the words that they say, Falsehoods designed to sway, Who's agenda is it tonight... To know what's wrong from right? Headlines created, make us feel, Too horrid! Are they real? Where's the good in this pleasant land? Scared to watch on demand. Press the button to get your fix, Children's minds will soon mix. Start them early, see the vision, Later leads into derision. Parents really should blame themselves, On what their child now dwells. Any wonder they're all in fright? Day's news, another fight. Getting fatter sat on the couch, Jump in fear, run stop crouch! Where's the games that we used to play? Gone are those from our day. Electric gadgets now litter, All our baby sitter. So what of Art and reading books? Dusty shelves, no-one looks! We should take time to reassess, Change the times, let's redress. The power these media have on all, Me for one does appall! Take time to meditate, I realise now that life...is great! I Pull the plug and switch all off, Media!! Now bog off!!! Chris Matthews 29/07/2016

Have you ever wondered what it's like to play a chess tournament at the highest level? This is what Alexander mused as he set out his pieces on his practice board. The light was fading in his appartment and he crossed the mosaic floor to switch on the lights; all the time contemplating which opening move to make. He settled down on his favourite seat away from the window that looked out onto the houses opposite. "No distractions" he thought. There was a knock at the door...

fathamster hooked me up with the subject, and will add the mental health part as well...i'm expecting you all to add onto this ok? haha...LET'S DO THIS! CHAPTER ONE. He was a grim looking fella; woke up smashing his alarm clock with the Louisville slugger he bought the night before. This was not the normal way he would wake up. This brisk sunny Tuesday morning was different. He felt different. Something was boiling inside him. “why did I buy this gosh dang bat?” he says to himself while scratching his balls. It became what seemed like a morning ritual to him…scratching his balls. There was strings of shiny, curly black hair fastened to the dried up blood on the wooden slugger. “uh-oh” thought Grim, (that’s what we’ll call him, Grim) “This doesn’t look good”. Oddly enough, the burly fella didn’t seem too worried.

Individual I.. am an 'Individual', but a number marks Me! Be it Birth, Social, Telephone, or Bank, Thank; Big Brother for this order and Insanity, Humanity divides me into a social Class, Mass.. together ABCs, Disease.. of status, will scar your World, Hurled into the sterility of 1984, War.. with Words not Genocide! Hide.. the bodies in a Bag, Tagged when they Die, I.. am an 'Individual', but a number marks ME! You.. are an 'Individual', and your number's written Up, Supplied by the system, that governs by the Letter, Better.. to choose your number, than have it forcefully Given, Driven down to beg for Money, Honey.. it's just our Life's, Strife's an illusion; is what They'd have you Believe, Relieved by the poison you have to Digest, Invest in the people and all will be Well, Hell.. don't be greedy and give to the Poor, Sure.. you are needy and one thing is True, You.. are an 'Individual', and your number's written Up! We.. are 'Individuals', and should stand tall and Free, See.. the benefit of labour, not filed into Lines, Mines.. are gone and there's nothing Left, Bereft.. of the choices our forefathers Had, Mad.. cacophonous, politicians, argue with each Other, Brothers and sisters are left in the Cold, Sold out.. by bosses who've taken all they Can, Ran away with the country, it's gone down Hill, Will the powers that be.. just Stop and Listen, Glisten.. the voices of the Majority, We.. are 'Individuals' and should stand tall and Free! ©Chris Matthews. 2014

Lady G My Lady has flown away Gm Time is slow now through the day B (note) It's good I wish her. Easy now to say We both must find a way I sure will miss her. C Csus2/Bm7 A One of these days we're going to party on in the sky... Time to look back...Laugh but we won't cry... G Gm B(note) You might be gone but I'll not say “Goodbye...” Let the music sound Just like you're still around It's good I wish her The love I could have found May somewhere else be bound I sure will miss her. One of these days we're going to party on in the sky... Time to look back...Laugh but we won't cry... You might be gone but I'll not say “Goodbye...” Sweet “Adieu” remember You With the colour never blue It's good I wish her Find Love in all you do Friends always is so true I sure will miss her One of these days we're going to party on in the sky... Time to look back...Laugh but we won't cry... You might be gone but I'll not say “Goodbye...” You might be gone but I'll not say “Goodbye...” Chris Matthews 28/04/16