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Meet the NAUGHTIES! Being naughty has never been so much fun. Meet the GRITTIES! Being gritty has never been so easy. Meet the NOTABLES! Being notable is the new cool. A collection of little stories to bring you big smiles… At bedtime, daytime and funtimes. Find out more at – http://www.materbeampater.com/ Children’s Book

Calling All Astronauts Living The Dream Released 25/8/17 Via Supersonic Media Currently sitting proudly at the Number One spot in the Hype Machine Twitter Music Chart, “Living The Dream” is the forthcoming single from West London Alt Rockers Calling All Astronauts, the fifth and final single from their second album Anti-Social Network. Released via all major download sites on August 25th, Living The Dream is a dark anthem with a massively uplifting chorus. It talks about how the grass isn’t always greener on the other side and that if people are happy with their life, they should learn to be content rather than striving to be something that aren’t. The accompanying video marries footage on London at night, photos of the homeless and some crazy astronauts images, creating a juxta position between living the dream and the harsh reality of life for many. https://youtu.be/whnaGv--h6c2017 has been yet another fantastic year so far for CAA, their singles “Life As We Know It” and “Divisive” both of which received consider radio play globally, and they have made considerable inroads into the recording of their as yet untitled third album. Calling All Astronauts are:- David B Vocals/programming Paul McCrudden Bass JJ Browning Guitars Calling All Astronauts Social Media Twitter www.twitter.com/caa_official Facebook www.facebook.com/callingallast rnauts YouTube www.youtube.com/callingallastronauts Homepage www.callingallastronauts.com Label www.supersonic-media.co.uk

LETRA / LYRICS: The night we met I knew I needed you so Que se clavó como Una flecha en mi corazón So won't you say you love me I'll make you so proud of me Ya no quiero nunca Escaparme de tu amor Si quieres tú Be my, be my baby Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Say you'll be my darlin' (be my, be my baby) Be my baby now! Puedes estar seguro De que te haré feliz Y que mis besos serán Solo para ti Oh since the day I saw you I had been waiting for you You know I will adore you 'til eternity Si quieres tú (be my, be my baby) Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Sabes que te amo (be my, be my baby) Be my baby now! Woh oh oh oh oh Be my, be my baby Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Sabes que te amo (be my, be my baby) Be my baby now! Woh oh oh oh oh Si juras que me amas Prometo ser tu dama Y amarte para siempre Mas allá de la razón Si quieres tú (be my, be my baby) Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Sabes que te amo (be my, be my baby) Be my baby now! Woh oh oh oh oh Mambo! Your Grace! C'mon! C'mon! Si quieres tú (be my, be my baby) Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Say you'll be my darling (be my, be my baby) Be my baby now! Woh oh oh oh oh Be my, be my baby Be my little baby (my one and only baby) Sabes que te amo (be my be my baby) Be my baby now! Woh oh oh oh oh

California News on Ibogaine Treatment 20 Feb, 2004 - BAY AREA (KRON 4) - Drug addiction has been the plague of modern America. But that could now change forever. What started as a rumor may now actually be an incredible breakthrough in the battle against addictions of all kinds. Features Dr. Deborah Mash who says she is going to submit to FDA her data gathered in her St. Kitts clinic. Some addicts may have a long history of ADHD btw. The history of ADHD is often said to start with George Still 1902. Actually it starts already 1798 with George Crichton: http://adhd-npf.com/adhd-history/

Cathay Che is a New York based travel writer who has blazed her way through about 50 countries (so far). She is also the author of the book, Deborah Harry: Platinum Blonde, the only authorized biography of the iconic Blondie frontwoman. She was a contributing editor at Time Out New York from 1995-2004, and is now a contributing editor at LEXUS magazine. She has been happily contributing her uncensored travel blog, TRAVEL JUNKIE: Addicted to a Taste of Strange, to MOLI.com for sixteen months. She has also written for concierge.com, DailyCandy.com, Brides, forbestraveler.com, Everyday With Rachel Ray, Budget Travel, Mens Journal, Details, Interview, InStyle, The New York Post travel section, The Honolulu Advertiser, men.style.com, and Glamour. As a performance artist, Che has appeared in New York at The Kitchen, PS 122, Dixon Place, WOW Cafe, Exit Art and The Public Theater. Her first media-related job was as the on-air movie reviewer for the cable TV show, Party Talk, from 1993-1996. Courtesy of cathayche on MOLI.com. Visit cathayche in the MOLI View

Cool video of hot new fashion designer Kira Plastinina surfing. She's been everywhere lately, hanging out with Chris Brown, Esmee Denters, Audrina Partridge and opening stores in the US. I saw her on TRL She's pretty good in this clip but still wipes out at the end!

T.I. Featuring Rihanna - Livin’ Your Life Lyric (Rihanna): You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars. And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. You got no time for no inters. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it’ll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I’m a paper chaser. Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) (T.I.): Nevermind what haters say, ignore them ’til they fade away. Amazing they ungreat for after all the games I gave away. Safe to say I paved the way, for you can’t get paid today. You still be wasting days away, nah had I never saved the day. Consider them my protégé, how much I think they should pay. Instead of being gracious, they violated and made you wait. I never been a hater still I love them, yeah I graze the way. Some say they so yay and no they couldn’t even work on Labor day. It aint that they black or white, their hands of area in shades of grey. I’m West side anyway, even if I left the day it fades away. Some move away to make a way not move away cause they afraid. I’ll go back to the hood and all you ever did was hate away. I pray for patience but they make me want to face away. Like I once made them scream, now I could make them plead their case away. Been thuggin’ all my life, can’t say I don’t deserve to take a break. If you ever see me catch a case, and watch my future fade away. (Rihanna): You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars. And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. You got no time for no inters. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it’ll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I’m a paper chaser. Just living my life. (T.I.): I’m the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid. Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics. Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick. Whoever had problems, they reckonsile they just holla ’til. If that don’t work and just fails, then turn around and follow ’til. I got love for the game but ay I’m not in love with all of it. I do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy. The hootin’ and the hollerin’, back and forth with the argueing. Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in. Seems as though you lost sight of whats important with the positive. And checks until your bank account, and you’re about poverted. Your values is a disarrayed, prioritized are horribly. Unhappy with the riches cause you pis-pone morraly. Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning. And we might be full of ourselves all of a sudden aren’t we? (Rihanna): You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars. And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far. Cause everyone knows, who you are-are. So live your life, ay ay ay. Instead of chasing that paper. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. You got no time for no inters. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. No telling where it’ll take you. Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay. Cause I’m a paper chaser. Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh) So live your life.

Taylor Swift - Love Story Lyric: We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes And the flashback starts I’m standing there On a balcony of summer air See the lights, See the party the ball gowns I see you make your way through the crowd You say hello Little did I know That you were romeo you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet And I was crying on the staircase Begging you please don’t go, and I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess It’s a love story baby just say yes So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quite cause we’re dead if they knew So close your eyes Let’s keep this down for a little while Cause you were romeo I was a scarlet letter And my daddy said stay away from Juliet But you were everything to me And I was begging you please don’t go and I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run You’ll be the prince I’ll be the princess It’s a love story baby just say yes Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it’s real, Don’t be afraid We’ll make it out of looseness It’s a love story baby just say yes, oh, I got tired of waiting Wondering if you would ever coming around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town I said Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think He kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring And said Marry me Juliet you’ll never have to be alone I love you and that’s all the reason for I talk to your dad go pick out a white dress It’s a love story baby just say yes Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Cause we were both young when I first saw you

Florida's softshell turtles are being killed at an alarming rate- twenty per day per trapper! Their meat is usually shipped straight to China, where the turtle populations have long been depleted by the medicine and soup industries. Because it takes ten years for a single one of these turtles to grow up, this hunt is unsustainable. PLEASE write Gov. Crist and tell him to promote laws that save this incredible animal. His email is: charlie.crist@myflorida.gov :)

Walk On lyrics And love It's not the easy thing The only baggage That you can bring Not the easy thing The only baggage you can bring Is all that you can't leave behind And if the darkness is to keep us apart And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off And if your glass heart should crack Before the second you turn back Oh no, be strong Walk on Walk on What you got, they can't steal it No they can't even feel it Walk on Walk on Stay safe tonight You're packing a suitcase for a place None of us has been A place that has to be believed To be seen You could have flown away A singing bird In an open cage Who will only fly Only fly for freedom Walk on Walk on What you got You can't deny it Can't sell it or buy it Walk on Walk on Stay safe tonight And I know it aches How your heart it breaks You can only take so much Walk on Walk on Home Hard to know what it is If you never had one Home I can't say where it is But I know I'm going Home That's where the hurt is And I know it aches And your heart it breaks You can only take so much Walk on Leave it behind You've got to leave it behind All that you fashion All that you make All that you build All that you break All that you measure All that you steal All this you can leave behind All that you reason All that you care It's only time And I'll never fill up all my mind (??) All that you sense All that you speak All you dress up And all that you scheme All you create All that you wreck All that you hate

/Intro Allow me to just introduce myself, my name is.. (well...uhhh) K to the I D and right now I am like what the sky be higher than a cloud, much cooler than the sound of a milli a milli, wired through 2 accounts while i blew threw a philly, chicky rolls another round whole life's been an adlib, now I'm in the foreground four front, six back, feelin like the president (sweet like) three swedish models as my deligates never had a problem with you sellin that to be totally honest, I'm a product of the celar rats honored to watch em rise sky high without sellin packs (though my boy crooklyn)taught me grab and then sell em back (though he did, I) never been involved in the sell of crack, pills go stupid, so do snow when I'm boardin that slope, been weird, I don't live out of fear I live out my tic tocs just switched in 6th gear as i breeze to the pier, watch the waves crash sand feels like I dream, but i see i am me, and I'll never change that for no man even if it means gain fame and a few more fans i see staring at the ceiling like Outkast did only seems to be a part of the muthafuckin plan and i guess so was me being a veteran so.... allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is (mister)K to the iddI I got continents to conquer, so i ain't got the tiddyme to riddyme with asinine rappers who ackin ice cold, then they froze as i hold, and then pass the mic (go!) we all been through it, that's just a fact of life ask tootie, you would need to practice twice or triple to get to the level I'm rappin right now, multiply that number by 6y and y stands for years, equals, I tears, go 'head and drip them, cry cause i never did, just accepted what it is and maintained focus like a rifle to a bear seen the eifel out in pa/ris watched steve piss on it, yeh so disrespectful, careless i feel like that one gray rabbit with the carrots (mnnnaaaah) what's up doc? I'm fearless, lawless, the one that spin heads like ferris what's a gun to a full blown terrorists? (boom) done with that bullshit, mail any response to www.suckthis .com done/ Crack a bottle /Intro (I feel like i wanna)crack a bottle right upside his fitted cap swear to allah i'll do that the way i finish tracks (super fast like)superman is in the building look up higher than the ceiling look up higher than your feelings when you're eyeing me in VI/P, stands for puss ass(es) ain't hangin round me, I'm the light if you get gassed(bitch) nicca I am being sicka than these faggots slangin raps cause I'm over em (frozen to em) I should probably thaw myself out to get closer to em hop out like (ice)cube up in smoke crack a bottle, right upside his fitted cap til his dome is opened wider than a groupie's legs my word giddame ain't the only way to get em wet simple, pliddane a protege of the best and sorry to say but that crown stays in the west you say you great, i say must've been great legs how you run off at the mouth and get chased with your fake ass, you see me nigga, I'm a 100 never whinin I'm a 100 with the grindin you a 100 with a minus(-100) a/ttached to it feels just like I'm glidin, I'm on air(air) right into your iris (so you can see clear) i know it ain't fair, but ah ha ha, na na I don't care your biz is so gladis(night) feels like slapboxin a bear that ain't ate for half a year and it's lovin it's steak rare see? how I switch it, flip it, then sit it on my hair L.A. on the brim until I'm..... L.A. in my viddanes when I'm sittin in this chiddare when you stare so please don't forget it or medics'll zip it up and say somebody (cracked a bottle)right upside his

Michael Jackson Memorial Tribute (1958-2009). Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene at the age of 11 as a member of The Jackson 5 and began a solo career in 1971 while still a member of the group. Referred to as the "King of Pop" in subsequent years, five of his solo studio albums are among the world's best-selling records: Off the Wall (1979), Thriller (1982), Bad (1987), Dangerous (1991) and HIStory (1995). In the early 1980s, he became a dominant figure in popular music and the first African-American entertainer to amass a strong crossover following on MTV. The popularity of his music videos airing on MTV, such as "Beat It", "Billie Jean" and Thriller�credited for transforming the music video into an art form and a promotional tool�helped bring the relatively new channel to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made Jackson an enduring staple on MTV in the 1990s. With stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of physically complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced many hip hop, pop and contemporary R&B artists. One of the few artists to have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice, his other achievements include multiple Guinness World Records�including one for "Most Successful Entertainer of All Time"�13 Grammy Awards, 13 number one singles in his solo career�more than any other male artist in the Hot 100 era�and the sales of over 750 million albums worldwide. Cited as one of the world's most famous men, Jackson's highly publicized personal life, coupled with his successful career, made him a part of popular culture for almost four decades. On the morning of June 25, 2009, Jackson reportedly collapsed at a home he was renting in west Los Angeles. Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics responded to a 911 call at 12:21 pm local (Pacific) time and arrived at 12:30 pm. Jackson was reportedly not breathing and CPR was quickly performed. He fell into a coma and died shortly after being rushed to UCLA Medical Center. The cause of death is reported to be cardiac arrest. Jackson was pronounced dead at about 2:26 pm local time.