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Medical Forum / General / General / October 2005WORLD Mental Health Day
Letter: Mental Health 2005-10-11 Daily Post; Liverpool By Stephen Hawkins WORLD Mental Health Day was yesterday and an opportunity to promote the relationship between physical and mental health. Research suggests that people with mental health problems pay little regard to their physical health. This adds to the prevalence of other health problems like obesity, heart disease and cancer. Depression is a hidden disability, which all too often society takes for granted. More than 2.9m people in the UK are diagnosed as having depression at any one time, and three in four cases are neither recognised nor treated. Much has been written about the connection between mind, body and spirit, and, as chairman of a specialist mental health and learning disability trust, I see campaigns such as these as vital in raising awareness and demonstrating the importance of providing services which we would hope and expect for any of our own family members. Over the next few years, North Merseyside will benefit from the biggest single investment in mental health services the country has ever seen. If local people are to make the most of these new facilities, then they must also be at the forefront of changing hearts and minds to tackling the unacceptable stigma attached to mental illness. Single Biggest Investment In Mental Health Services ~ If done poorly, Mental health services May do more harm than good. Don't second guess abuse. Confront it and walk out the door. Report abuse immediately. Get a witness. There is NO excuse For lies ... When it comes To your healthcare. Lies of Omission Are Still Lies ~ ! Twittering One- Oh you do go on, twittering. and what are we twittering about today? why hast thou taken flight with thy little wings beating as a humming bird hovering, aloft over an excuisite flower? thou naked concern for obesity, rampant in britain, hast caused thee to cast thyself into the welcoming airs. they eat too much, my darling. this is so sad .the angels are weeping. and jesus is stricken in his heart. one frets more for the unemployed than for the chubby middle-class stuffing their bloated faces at mackers. worry not too muchly,dear one... the clown is laughing all the way to the bank. -- Fluffy "Twittering One- Oh you do go on, Twittering, And what Are we twittering About today ~ ? Why hast thou taken flight With thy little wings Beating as a humming Bird Hovering, aloft over an excuisite flower ~ ? Thou naked concern For your bestiary, Rampal's flute Rampant in Britain, Hast caused Thee to cast thyself Into welcoming Airs." ~ Fluffy "My lair My light Even if flight's Idle, Or romance Futile. My heart's pure Lure, If you're Pure, too." ~ Twittering "My heart Beats, scatters notes My song Sung As a humming Bird Hovering, Aloft over an exquisite flower, Scent's sex, You, I pollinate." ~ Twittering' Twittering One- << Scent's sex >> Listen mate! When i go to coles or woolies i don't wear me fucken underpants and that way i can spread sum o' me pherimoones to tha ladies mate! -- shamus the cork-hatted astrayan fool "Your preaching Prompts what accordance, What choir, over ~ arcing or reaching, Your steeplechase race horse, Leaping, or Where Toward, Backward, recoil, forward Recast, repast, recourse, your course, your resource, Flown fly If a river runs through The Bridge of Sighs, Watering your thighs, Or beside The English Pointer ~ ?" ~ Twittering << Scent's sex >> "Listen mate ~ ! When [i: Sub, this evening ~?] Go to coles or woolies i don't wear Me fucken Underpants. That way I can spread sum o' me pherimoones To tha ladies Mate ~ !" ~ Fluffy "How many ladies Must apease your appetite, laddled Slothfully Or sparing, delicate, discerning, Your taste, Or dulled, by Greed, unbridled need, Your taste Buds, By over consumption, An unselective appetite ~ ?" ~ Twittering "Scent's Sex, Moons, counted How many Now, ten, 9, 8, 7 Eleven Or more ~ ?" ~ Folly "Scent's Sex ~ Sensate, Volume, Or excess tenebrism, Sfumatto, en fugato, Your brush paints, Or Conte crayon, Your magic wand Delineating Your desire, Your fire, Your higher Form Borne Aloft A stroke, A wisp Whispered Breath Hush Hear Lick Here ..." ~ Twittering c'apin twittie- hey ya stupid f.ck, what are you in-sin-uating you fuckin pice of sh.t? your the dumb c.nt who runs a fuckin porn site. yeah and you use bloody usenet images don't ya? what have you been lookin at ye vile c.nt. you one o' them pedo c.nts? out here in the bush we kill c.nts like that. f.ck yaeh. and there bodies get fed to the fuckin crocodiles if ya near the coast or shoved down a well. and there's a million fuckin wells in the fuckin outback,mate. fuckin queers don't last long nietha. we give'm a fuckin hiding and they f.ck off back to sidney, the c.nts. we get fuckn close in the fuckin sherin sheds; get's 'bout fuckin fortie degrees and yoo gotta hold the bloody sheep down and hit it with the fuckin kiwi wide comb. ya can't have fuckin poofdas in that enviornmunt. f.ck no. sometimes we get a fuckin shiela sheerer. none of go on the dole out here so they gotta take work where tever it is. and it's so fuckin hot we hit the piss and if we're lucky she'll take on the whole squad. that's a fuckin rare xperience though. what do you do you stupid poofda? you jus bludge on ya site ya fuckin lazy c.nt? -- shamus the big-hatted astrayan top-noter. !Stuff It Fluff! cap'n twitter- don't go petulunt on me ya silly arsehole! i was havin a go at ye. i've got to drive me fuckin truck to caberrra t'night. it'll take me twelve fuckin hours, i won't be drivin butt. i'm goin with jimbo and we're gonna have a fair-dinkum piss-up when we knock-off; then we're goin te drop into a strip joint and then go to a fuckin brothel cause the local girls are stuck-up public servants bludgin on me fuckin taxes. and the men are sh.t-packin limp wristed fairies so after we are done at the brothel we might head for the eastern suburbs and wait for the poofdas to come out of the pictures and beat the fuckin sh.t out of a few of the stupid c.nts. the men that is. when jimbo and me drop the ephedrine tabs to chuck an all-nighter we get real aggressive and horny so we talk about it on the way down from kilcoy and it seems like a good idea but when the ephedrine wears off and we hit the piss we're usually fuckin legless in half an hour. we might take, i said to him, yesterdey, another three tabs with the piss and that way we can have a feed, a f.ck and a fight. -- shamus the screw-balled little auzzie bleeder. > cap'n twitter- > [quoted text clipped - 18 lines] > shamus > the screw-balled little auzzie bleeder. Bruce? ~ * The Leaves Blow Blew Windy Ginger Chimes * ~ ~ * ~ The World Again's Orb Blew Of The Sights of Inn Blows of Know's Snow ~ ! Thee ~ Of Prancers Of DANCER of BUTTERFLY TO SHINE Of ~ Light equipped light June 17, The 1899 Annual Luminary of Paris Parisian Party Dressed Reports to us ... A rightful flight expressed flight's envoy The word in Nouveau Ork ... The Star of Sensational Spectacle, Of Effervescent, Transparent, Of oneself beautifully busy, bumble bee bestirs A divine garden Dapples the mirage of a butterfly, A monarch, flight angelica of wings, A on Thee ~ Light of Flutter appears For the admiration of crowds, her patron, Ms. ~ Of ~ Of God It Is Miss. ~ Of Lotty Flown in from Far Flung's Faire ~ ! Who, that howling owl, says She fills your wonder of the assistances Placed on summits of tree, the assembly lines, Opacified ~ The Floatable Canopy, The English Gardens of Sevens, The 4 Seasons, Your pleasure. Miss Lotty Flew over the ocean, under the stars To shine shining on the *!*!* The Western Edge Of Wood Shakespeare Rustic Sphere, In addition to the pretty One of Centaur, Close to the air's plantation of Magnolia, Closer to Centaur on Meadow, O, very quite leafy of *!*!* Of Foliage of Forest Of Riffling of Shoe. Miss. Lotty weaves a loving glove of the cuddly toy Of a kid's white flutter of the net of silk. Of a butterfly's love of tightening spirals, Wing's while fôlatrant a Monocle on an eye, A sight of sky, her other, her objective, Focused on Thyme's Home Grown Time, wrought irony of elegance Under development, primula of imagination, Her way framed By ~ Of brick of red gardens ~ Of denoyautor crépitant In a whimsical way, ~ Sure footed, light of feather. Miss. Lotty fills spills wonderful, models, captures Yours truly unruly ~ Of Insight's finest evening, Sexy Redder Robin revels Revelation's Knot Quite Finished Ventilated Venetian groundwork, Brick work laid, herringbone Style, Lattice 8 x 8, landscaped, Caped Canapé's Carnival ~ While the secret linen room of Victoria, Who swindles you more, Beauty of The Sleep of Silken Redress of marvel's Marvelous beauty Of Marvin Gardens, Where Monopoly Plays and a Silver Scottie sports a Silver Hat Roams Park Place rambunctiously, Splurges Monopoly funny paper money Of The Spark of a Lark's Charm, Leafy putting green's perfume A lilac's lilting shines ... Miss Of O. Lotty Bedazzles Dazzles Dazzles Your ~ Eye ~ ! ~ * ~ cap'n twittie- << While the secret linen room of Victoria >> don't talk to me about victoria mate. it's a fucken crap-joint, full of f.cking queers and ethnics and f.cking communists. didja know russia was still communist? yeah and them and the chinese pink-arses are goin to come here and try and put up our taxes. the russians are sending the chinese here to buy our fuckin farms and mineral deposits. we'll be f.cked once our minerals are taken over. big fred got a book about it from the head of the kilcoy masons. it's f.cking scary stuff mate. the russians will bring in the new world order and we'll need to have a mark tattoed on our head when we go to buy groceries and sh.t. so me and the boys are holding on to the guns that fuckin jack boot johnny howard tried to take off us. jeez we hate that c.nt, fuckin little poofda he is. when he visits the country he sticks a real fuckin big hat on his head and god he looks stupid. he must be an idiot to think we'd fall for garbage like that. all the fuckin pollies are like that the fuckin bludgers. they wouldn't know a good days work if it jumped up and bit them on the fuckin arse. we got our good guns buried in the ground, suspended in oil in thick vinyl tubes. they're the fuckin slr repeaters and auto shotguns and such. if the indonesians and the fuckin chinese invade we'll go down fighten yeah. we take ten f.ckers for each of ours. f.ck'em. -- shamus the red-nosed little astrayan rascal ?Simplify, Fluff, Your point? 19th Nervous Breakdown The Rolling Stones ~ Jagger & Richard You're the kind of person you meet At certain dismal dull affairs Center of a crowd, talking much too loud Running up and down the stairs Well, it seems to me That you have seen too much in too few years And though you've tried You just can't hide Your eyes are edged with tears You better stop Look around, here it comes, here it comes Here it comes, here it comes It's just your nine-teenth nervous breakdown When you were a child you were treated kind But you were never brought up right You were always spoiled With a thousand toys But still you cried all night Your mother who neglected you Owes a million dollars tax And your father's still perfecting ways Of making sealing wax You better stop Look around, here it comes, here it comes Here it comes, here it comes It's just your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane Well, nothing I do don't seem to work It only seems to make matters worse Oh, pleeeeeeease You were still in school When you had that fool Who really messed your mind And after that you turned your back On treating people kind On our first trip I tried so hard To rearrange your mind But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine You better stop Look around, here it comes, here it comes Here it comes, here it comes It's just your nine-teenth nervous breakdown ---- Instrumental Interlude ----- Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane Well, nothing I do don't seem to work It only seems to make matters worse Oh, pleeeeeeease When you were a child you were treated kind But you were never brought up right You were always spoiled With a thousand toys But still you cried all night Your mother who neglected you Owes a million dollars tax And your father's still perfecting ways Of making sealing wax You better stop Look around Here it comes Here comes Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Here comes Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Here comes Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Here comes Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Here comes Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown > 19th Nervous Breakdown > [quoted text clipped - 82 lines] > Here comes > Your nine-teenth nervous breakdown Keep your eye on that East River, Twittering. There has been unprecedented rainfall in your area and many places are flooding! Concerned, Double-A ~ * ~ ~ * A Pop Quiz Insurgent Screening Instrument* ~ Nineteenth Nervous Afferent Nerve, Joy Division ~ The Jagger & Richard of Stones of Rolling You No Moss Accumulates ~ ! [Check x for Yes. Check x for No. Please Note: You will not be penalized If you fail.] Are you the kind of person Who recognizes compassion and kindness ~ ? Do you frequently come in contact With The Ilk of Too ~ ? Do you determine your acute center, With dismal ennui, if your cute Centaur Is away ~ ? When you engage in transactions With a weird crowd, Do you cry very loud ~ ? Are you the kind of person who recognizes The Fool, who really disordered Your mind, and after that, Turned your posterior part, in kind, on dealing With people of our First Travel Level, And therefore, I have tried very hard to reorganize Your mind, but after a further moment, I have come gradually to finally realize You are disorganizing mine, You have arrested my development, You have pantomimed my mime's gesture more best better Than I have ever observed before, So I look around ~ O, here it you come, It you come here it here you come, It you come It here you are right yours nineteenth nervous Joy Division Instrumental Interval Of The O ~ ! A Syntax on The Million Pounds Sterling And your perfected sense of around to make The Wax Museum of Sealing Steals More best arrested, so you see more better The look that here it comes ~ Here comes yours nineteenth nervous Joy Division comes yours here nineteenth nervous Joy Division comes yours here nineteenth nervous Joy Division comes yours here nineteenth nervous Joy Division comes yours here nineteenth nervous Joy Division ~ ! ~ & ~ ~ * ~ _________________________________________ *** A Morning Wood Symphonic Sur ~ | ~ Sound Seduction *** _________________________________________ ~ The Symphonique's Second Hand, The Left Baton ~ _________________________________________ Act I. "The Excess de Concrete: A Musique Concrète" ~ * ~ ...Intermezzo... ~ * ~ Act II. "The Excess de Abstract: A Series, Stringing Other Types of 'A Priori' Musique" _________________________________________ * Composer ~ Pierre Schaeffer * * Orchestra ~ The Inspirational Carpets * * Maestro ~ Joy Division * _________________________________________ A Morning Wood Sonique Production The Hemlock Overlook Concert Hall Deep East Trail, Along Side Wading's Way _________________________________________ * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star * _________________________________________ * ~ * ~ Sounds Of Silence Simon & Garfunkel ~ Paul Simon Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed By the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said "The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence Up, Up and Away The Fifth Dimension lyrics Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon We could float among the stars together, you and I For we can fly we can fly Up, up and away My beautiful, my beautiful balloon The world's a nicer place in my beautiful balloon It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky For we can fly we can fly Up, up and away My beautiful, my beautiful balloon Suspended under a twilight canopy We'll search the clouds for a star to guide us If by some chance you find yourself loving me We'll find a cloud to hide us We'll keep the moon beside us Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon If you'll hold my hand We'll chase your dream across the sky For we can fly, we can fly Up, up and away My beautiful, my beautiful balloon Balloon... 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