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Your obsessive trait.
Is what sometimes makes you great
A mirror your weapon 
Your driving not great
Ops, another mistake
There goes that person’s gate

People crossing is a chore
BEEP BEEP
and I’m yours 
Bouncing off my car
There goes another child
I must admit I’m wild

Now my mirror is filled with blue
I really am through
Behind bars
On a water fast

Clearly not my fault
Being brought to court
The judge is a sort
Reading how I plead
Me getting on my knees
Begging to be free

I’m off again now, people my new surround-sound
Bars of the door, showing teeth marks galore
I wish I wasn’t poor
So I could have paid the bail,
Instead, I'm asking for the pail

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You turned away from me.
And all of a sudden the world changed.
My life is not the same.
Wifi in the sky, connected to on the fly.
Techno boom, what is really true.
You thought it all through.

So much has changed, my life insane
Time is of the essence, so much to be done
we no longer need to run
it’s never quiet because of ongoing triumph

Ever so changed, in the way we display
Marketing tools, at fingertips 
Visual impairment, no longer to be stared at.
Our very instinct now is to follow the crowd
Our basic tools replaced and handed to fools
Can no longer use them as they bring confusion
Because they are not LED-lit, or bright with resolution.

But it's all has a price,
and we didn’t think twice
You're now “running out”
People shout
I’m not done with you yet
Yet you are done with us
What will happen is a great confusion 
It’ll be more than an intrusion 
What is clear
We will disappear.

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If I smile for you, will you wake?
If I cry for you, will you tell me this is all a mistake?
If I stop you, will you hold my hand?
Suicide is the plan

I sit here dreaming of what could have been
What will you say to me?
Is this all a dream?
Will you ever know what you mean to me?

If you look for this idea,
You will forever find it clear
As looking into a mirror
You will find the terror
Not what you see
but that which you believe

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What little did I know, 
you make quite the show,
One of a connection,
Another in my direction,

What little did I know,
I find you now brittle and broken,
Repugnant and open,
It's something of a token,
To show your not well-spoken,
In the art of reproach,

What little did I know,
That you lazily crave those of whom do not path the way,
Art is a science of the mind, created by those who are divine,
You look for those who are mistaken, you may only get taken for a ride,
I see how you do, and I want you to improve,
This eye is trained for clues,
If you could see inside my head, your disapproval would be your undo

Creating a movement of what can only be called an improvement,
However, you are not refined, practice takes time.
You are going to make a motion, it may not rock the ocean,
But in time you will become divine.

Your mouthpiece of manipulation

Tangled in your own dictation
Thrust into literation
Your literation will be mistaken
As an act of great exaltation
In the way it is mistaken

If you were sharper, you’d have more creation
It is not me, but your maker
That angers you and puts you into this alteration
Loving you is hard to do
The words don’t stop and neither do you
You are taken with your own dilation
On my very creation
why was I awakened to deal with this mistakenness

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Tight bodied and cream of the crop
does nothing but make your jaw drop
If I was one of you I’d make a pit stop,
to show off what I got 
You want to find a top
Well, you might find a lot
Doesn’t matter what you got
Twinks and otters, drag queens in totters
We got the lot

Look at the way we dance
We’ll put you in a trance 
Pulling together, getting wet whenever
You’ll think you're in France
by the way we prance

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Formication is a psychosis where the person experiences tactile hallucinations. These tactile hallucinations take place on the body in the form of bugs. This psychosis is unique and can lead to delusions, where the person believes that they have been infected with insects.

I have these experiences; they’re very distressing to me. It’s not just that you feel an insect crawling across you. It’s also the belief these insects can hurt you. Maybe they’ll be crawling in your ears; perhaps they’re crawling in your heart. If you google formication, you will find heaps of people asking why they are experiencing these hallucinations, and the answer is usually anxiety. They should check these feelings out by with the GP and any scratches that the problem has caused you.

Psychosis
If you want to know what psychosis is click here. However, if you would like to know more about psychosis and how to deal with experiences of psychotic episodes click here.

What to do when you are experiencing formication
The best thing to do is to focus on something else, just like hearing voices, these are hallucinations. However, if sleeping is the problem, doing five senses will probably prolong the experience which you can find here. Try to focus on something you love in your head, imagine cuddling it and feel its warmth and touch against your body. Smile as you do this, and you will feel a little better too. Think of all the times you are together and experience those feelings, wants and needs.

Formication usually is brief and happens at the early stage of night when you’re trying to sleep. This type, although distressing rarely leads to anything more than a few scratches. The problem that most people find is that there is nothing that can be done about this. It’s true, there isn’t anything that can be done, and this is because the person experiencing these feelings believe it at the time of formication. So what we can do? Well, nothing, I can’t help you in that department. Usually, these experiences will go on their own, sometimes it’s a sign of something different, and then medication will need to be given for X, Y and Z. I will, however, give you a few tips.

Don’t scratch or slap away the bugs. This is because scratching damages your skin, over time, scratching can cause harm and hurt you. Formication can last for months even years, so the best thing to do is think twice before scratching yourself. Don’t put objects in places. Before I mentioned that I get mine crawling in my ears, well I put a pair of tweezers in my ear and perforated my eardrum. I can highly recommend not doing this. Putting objects in your body can cause harm to yourself, and won’t stop the problem, remember, it’s all in your head. Don’t cut holes in yourself to let the bugs have a way to get out. Self-mutilation is often a sign of a severe case of formication and usually that it’s gone further than anxiety. However, I understand the logic behind this, but it will not help, and the opening will get infected.

For more on mental health check out our medium page:

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My feelings for you grow stronger
I can hide them no longer
A string between us
A line in the sand 
What I want from you I can’t have
If this was hunger, I would forever wonder 
When the fire falls from the clouds, a lighter is does not shine brighter
If I was one with you, you’d forever be hurting
If you lust for me. Trust in me 
The truth will set you free, For me, it brings heartbreak or you on your knees
A brisk walk and I’m yours, the love between us shows no rights
Your height is wrong, I want your dong
Picking you up, I see our eyes touch
You say you miss my cleft chin, but you never remember your own lies
I see what you like and think I’m not right
If you want this hand, you better be a better man.
Reality makes a pair, your heart is in the right place, just I despair
You make sense In my life just, not in the way we both think
A hand in the right place is, is what I feel. 
But our hands don’t connect.
Lust is luck with a few steps in the direction of love.

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You are a man’s best friend,
You also stink to no end,
I waste my money,
Giving you toys’ that taste like honey
Where will this ridiculousness end?

You roll in poo,
So you smell like “wee yoo
It’s not funny,
I’m running out of money,
To spend on your smelly end.

Incredibly clever, but eats shoes whenever,
Spitting them up, what a mucky mutt,
Raise you from a puppy,
It’s the reason you're so lucky,
You bossy thing,
Stop whining.

Food on a plate is a challenge to some,
But for you, it is just a bowl full of fun
I never meant to love you this much,
You're lucky you're more than a mutt.

Bent on destruction,
The only thing stopping you is something with suction,
Complaining all the time,
You know I love to whine
But you take a whole other direction.




We all wear faces,
We all wear masks,
Some of us viewed as a verse,

Whether they see us as weak or see us as strong,
Our outfits do no wrong.
Protection is a direction that we all take,
For many, this outfit comes with a cape,
A cape is strong, a cape is weak, but it protects what’s underneath.
October is the time we may all seek,
To show what persona we want to be at our peak,
This is not wrong, this is not right,
The world we see is more than a fright.
The 31st is one of these dates,
No one else will ever create,
We dream of witches; We dream of wizards,
We get a glimpse into what life isn't.
We'll hide behind masks,
It doesn't matter your name,

What you do, or even your fame
We look at those that we cherish,
And wonder what hides under that blemish.
Is it pain or anger that we all share,
That hides our very despair,
Under these costumes, we do not fright,
For their not living, they’re our lives.
I hope this poem has brought you some relief,
That we are all the same underneath.

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A steel door closes behind the young man as he whimpers to himself.
‘I was never meant to be here,’
As he looks around the cold freezer, he realises that his capturers own a cake shop. He looks for more cues, that will, hopefully, tell him more about the reason he has they have taken him. The cakes are all freshly made, apart from one. On a shimmering metal stand, with mesh to support the cakes adored it, he found a cue. The cake was in a box, a box that had a name on it. “The velvet dome”. He knew where he was; He was in Piccadilly Circus. He had been into this cake shop before. A kind Japanese lady worked behind the counter, and he always remembered the smell of freshly made icing. He didn’t know how long he would be there, fear that it could take days for him to see sunlight again.
His thoughts turned to who his capturers could be. Was the lovely Japanese lady actually not so lovely. Was she the one that had put him here, and if so, why? His thoughts quickly turned to something else, however. The call of nature. He walked to the back wall and sat down. He didn’t know how long he would be there. The urge would have to come at some point. He answered the call against the stone wall opposite to the door. Standing there with his right hand pinned against the icy wall he said to himself, “Casper, you need to pull yourself together if you want to get out of here.” He finished up and ripped off a small part of the box he had found earlier. He crumpled the card and wiped his hands with it. A sudden urge of hunger took over him. Cakes surrounded him, why wouldn’t he be able to eat them. Surely the people or persons that put him in here, realised that he would, at some point have to eat. He looked around, the cakes all looked so delicious. “which one do I pick, where do I start?”. He was expecting to be there for a while, so why didn’t he try all of them he thought. With that, he ran his hand across the now unboxed pink cake. “hmm strawberry” he gleamed. Next a brown one. “chocolate”. He then began to rip the sides out of all the cakes, ramming the frosting and cake into his open mouth.
Suddenly the steel door opens.
The lovely Japanese lady, standing with a face of pure anger.
“What are you doing in my walk-in fridge Casper,”.
Casper stuttered and then said, “You put me in here?!”
“To clean!”
“…”
“What the hell have you done with my cakes!” she peered around Casper “did you pee in my fridge?!” she looked down “oh my god, do up your fly!”
Casper, now mouth gaping “I can explain, I was trapped in here.”
The Japanese lady lost all emotion in her face. Casper thought, this is it, she’ll believe me.
“Did you even try the door handle!”





The internet. We mostly live in it. We wake up, check our Facebook profile or Instagram page, and as we turn over, we see our loved one doing the same. We go to work where most of us will be glued to a screen for most of the day while checking our device. Even things you didn’t know was a social media experience are now.
So what do you mean the internet affect my identity? I hear you say.
Well, dear reader let me explain. See your social media is fragmenting the way you imagine yourself. For example, all the cool young kids are on Instagram, so there you’ll want to be received as young and on-trend. Whereas on Facebook you have all your work colleagues and there you can’t be posting drunk selfies of yourself holding that kebab on the toilet at 5 am. It’s a hilarious picture, but you don’t feel that your boss and aunt Jean would feel the same. That is where you are splitting yourself, and this is where your consumer identity comes into play.
See Facebook knows you, knows you very well, and they know you love True Blood and are secretly in love with Joe Jonas. Yes, my search history may not give these things away to the untrained eye, but Facebook is watching.
Solomon, a leading expert in consumer psychology, says there are two identities that we have, our ideal self and our actual self. This concept means that we have only two personalities, one that we are and the one we want to be. Based on our real self we choose products that covert this identity, but we also buy other products to fit our ideal self. The difference between the products brought is that products we buy for our ideal self are necessary for this identity, they might base these on the people depicted in the advertising or as models of achievement or appearance. Sethna and Blythe expanded on this concept, and they say that five senses create someone’s identity. Sight (what we wear and how we look for example, makeup, etc.), hearing (what accent we have, what words we use), smell (if we wear perfume or deodorant), touch (the texture of our skin, whether we wear clothes that are silky or rough) and taste (mouth wash or lipstick). We can achieve most of these senses through a product or service.
May all sound fine, but when we split our identity, it makes it harder to feel things. We ground our selves by finding what is real in life. Social media isn’t that. Two hundred eighty characters do not constrict you in real life, you are not put in a 1080p box, and you’re not subject to community guidelines. But exposure to your personality is online. You sell yourself, your identity to these platforms. Even Medium is a social media. I’m putting a part of my personality into this very post.
Don’t define yourself, by the pictures you post and the statuses you write. It’s very well and good to write something that one person sees. Your identity is what is being sold back to you, and the restrictions that are brought into the creation of your identity online will never reflect you as a person. Online social media can reflect no one’s true identity, and that is why we split ourselves.
Next time you post that picture, just think to yourself, what side of myself do I show? And do I want to be more open with whom I am on social media or do I want to be closed? These are questions you should ask yourself.


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Voices, the word that people shy away from telling you because they fear your reaction. Voices are hard to deal with, whether they be internal or external, or whispering or across the room. Some people love them, but most find them scary. Whether you think they’re the devil or believe, they can see the future, they’re not an experience most people get. 

My friend hears them all the time, but I luckily only hear them when I’m ill. Mine are both cross the room and whispering. They usually lead to delusions. So what advice can I give you? Well, that depends. Are the voices brief, or are they prolonged? If they are fleeting, just take a deep breath, kindly ask the person you're with to stop speaking. I know it can cause distress but say to yourself, these voices are not real, I know they’re not real. If they still continue, go to the bathroom and drink a glass of water. Focus on the water, ask yourself questions about the water. For example, feel the cold (or warm) water run down your throat and ask yourself questions like, whether the water that you are drinking was drunk by one of your favourite celebrities or your favourite historical figure. Remember, there is only so much water in the world.



If the voices are more consistent, have a bath or a shower if the voices are still there, and you can hear them muffled from under the water then they are real and someone talking about you or to you. If you can again listen to them clearly as day and there is no change, they’re in your head and not real. These are hard to deal with because they know everything about you and can feed off that. The best way to deal with these is to tap on the chair, focus on your taps. Hear the echo they make, feel the echo. Close your eyes and focus on them. Count them if you have to.

The best advice I can give you is don't get too caught up in the voices. Just let them come and go. Eventually, you will find your own coupling techniques. I found, and most have my friends have found that the best one is the five senses. Counting five things you feel, taste, hear and see five times. That's the one I've tried to teach in this blog post. 




At first, I didn't like this podcast. It seemed too childish for any adult to listen to (and don’t forget adults will hear when their child are listening). Until chapter 5, this is the case. They set it at the beginning in the classroom, making fun of the teacher. It was very dull and bland. It was trying to be something it wasn’t, hilarious. After chapter 5, it all gets interesting, and you get taken through in time with voice actors. They tell you what sayings we have that the Romans also used and rank the Emperors in order of most foul behaviour. One such gent cut off the nose and ears of gladiators he met in the ring. It's not very long, about two hours it took me to listen to.



The following games are coming out in October 2019:

Destiny 2: New Light [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 1
Destiny 2: Shadowkeep DLC [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 1
What The Golf? [PC] – October 1

Warsaw [PC] – October 2

Neo Cab [PC, Switch] – October 3
Paranoia: Happiness is Mandatory [PC] – October 3

Ghost Recon Breakpoint [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 4
Ghostbusters: The Video Game Remastered [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 4

BurgerTime Party! [Switch] – October 8
Call of Cthulhu [Switch] – October 8
John Wick Hex [PC] – October 8
Trine 4: The Nightmare Prince [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 8
Trine: Ultimate Collection [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 8
World of Warcraft 15th Anniversary Collector’s Edition [PC] – October 8
Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 8

Concrete Genie [PS4, PSVR] – October 9

Deliver Us The Moon [PC] – October 10
Tangle Tower [PC, Switch] – October 10

AeternoBlade 2 [PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 11
Frostpunk: Console Edition [PS4, XBO] – October 11
Grid [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 11
Killer Queen Black [Switch] – October 11

Children of Morta [PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 15
DayZ [PS4, XBO] (Retail) – October 15
Disco Elysium [PC] – October 15
Overwatch Legendary Edition [Switch] – October 15
The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - Complete Edition [Switch] – October 15
Zombieland: Double Tap - Road Trip [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 15

The Fisherman: Fishing Planet [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 17
Kine [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 17
Monkey King: Hero is Back [PC, PS4] – October 17
Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes Complete Edition [PC, PS4] – October 17

Plants vs Zombies: Battle for Neighborville [Xbox One, PS4] – October 18
 Apex Legends Bloodhound Edition [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 18
 Apex Legends Lifeline Edition [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 18
 Ice Age: Scrat's Nutty Adventure [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 18
 Pig Eat Ball [PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 18
 Raging Loop [PS4, Switch] – October 18
 Ring-Con accessory [Switch] – October 18
 Ring Fit Adventure [Switch] – October 18

 Beholder 2 [PS4] – October 22
 Forager [PS4, Switch] (Retail) – October 22
 WWE 2K20 [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 22

 Dusk Diver [PC] – October 24

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 25
Dusk Diver [PS4, Switch] – October 25
Killer Queen Black [Switch] (Retail) – October 25
MediEvil [PS4] – October 25
The Outer Worlds [PC, PS4, XBO] – October 25

Close to the Sun [PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 29
Disgaea 4 Complete+ [PS4, Switch] – October 29
Disney Classic Games: Aladdin and the Lion King [PC, PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 29
Resident Evil 5 [Switch] – October 29
Resident Evil 6 [Switch] – October 29
Resident Evil Triple Pack [Switch] – October 29
Super Monkey Ball: Banana Blitz HD [PS4, XBO, Switch] – October 29
Yakuza 4 (The Yakuza Remastered Collection) [PS4] – October 29

Luigi's Mansion 3 [Switch] – October 31



The Podcasts this month will be:
Horrible Histories: Rotten Romans
Body Of Proof
More Bedtime Stories for Cynics

The Book review:
Homunculus: The Adventures of Langdon St Ives

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