buy cheap Lexapro online [url=] buy Lexapro without doctor [/url] buy lexapro medication onlineSomeone would like you to buy Lexapro®. Our advice? (We know you need it.) Fucking don't.
Following our first attempted/threatened murder spree, after it was decided that Depakote® & the other two horseshit drugs that were being pumped into the sacred temple that is our body were a bit much for us, we were given Lexapro® in a five mg./day dose. Didn't do shit for our mental state, so the dosage was increased & increased (eventually to 30 mg./day) & the only effect it's had on us is what seems to be permanent tinnitus. We haven't taken any of the useless shit in almost four yrs., but the bells are still ringing. How does having a constant high-pitched whine (Above & beyond the sound of reactionary cretins going on about "Freedumb!") in our ears make us less likely to want to murder virtually every humanoid on this sad & sorry fucking rock located a trillion zillion light yrs. away from nowhere?
Fuck you, Medical Science, the Psychiatric Suppression of Working People Industry, & everyone/everything the hell else.
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Smoke more pot.*
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*Not intended to be a real recommendation.
Actually, Worried Dave, that's probably a better prescription than most psychoactive drugs, the vast majority of which are no better than placebos with similar side-effects in actual trials conducted by actual researchers rather than trials conducted by drug companies. It turns out that people feel the side effects, assume that the drug is doing something to justify those side effects, and behave as if the drug is doing something... but it's placebo all the way down (other than the side effects, of course!).
Thing about pot is that nobody smoking pot ever felt like killing anything other than a harmless pizza or Big Mac (or Double Double here in Cah-lee-foh-ne-ah where we have real burgers, not that compressed grey patty BS, dammit). So from that perspective, damn straight I can recommend smoking pot if you feel like strangling people on a regular basis. Better to kill a pan of harmless brownies than me, yo!
- Badtux the Non-psychoactive Penguin
Manson Family/Hippie Burn-Out Editor:
Funny you should mention it, but we were a biiig reefer fan (Every chance we got!) until being put on those various compounds, after which the reefer barely worked. (Actually asked the pusher man if there'd been something wrong w/ the supply we first got after being medicated but reefer-less for a few mos.)
Gave it a few more tries, but it only made us anxious after that.
Fortunately (we guess) our inertia, sloth & a generalized feeling that even breathing is an imposition are much more powerful than our mostly intellectual desire to clean off the planet.
(If we have a smoke once in a great while it's still OK, but can't imagine trying edibles, having heard one or two "Wow, I ate the whole thing & I was soooo high" stories. "Wow, we were totes way too anxious for five hrs." doesn't sound enjoyable.)
Erm, at risk of being hollered at for being a stooge for Big Pharma or a gullible sheep, I want to contradict, mildly.
I have to say that as much as I did NOT like to admit it, I have found that antidepressants help me. They aren't miracle drugs, but they appear (from going on and off them a few times, due to pigheadedness) to be more than a placebo. I am currently taking Wellbutrin (300 mg/day) and Prozac (100 mg/day) and ... it helps. It gets me out of the deepest darkest crevasse, I think, enough to take some more steps, like, you know, dragging my sorry ass to talk to my therapist, or even just to take a shower or do some laundry or eat something.
As pathetic as that sounds.
I think these things build on each other -- once you (can) do one, once, you can do another, and eventually you get better, or at least, a little less worse.
I am totally willing to admit that there are no magic bullets in this area, and that even the smartest researchers will, when pressed, scratch their asses and say, "Hell if we know how these things work." We are all very complicated bags of salt water, different in uncountable subtle ways, filled with organs hosting a myriad of microscopic processes that are evidently thoroughly unaware of what they're doing in any sort of holistic sense, and given that the brain seems to be the most delightfully complex, I think we should not be surprised that chemicals whose effects we don't understand sometimes work and sometimes don't. All I can say is that sometimes they do, for me, or seem to, in a way that I have spent too long trying to deny and am now trying to accept.
fwiw.
Please excuse my run-on sentences and other offenses.
Faulknerian Editor:
Run-on sentences are required here.
And whatever works for whomever is fine by us. Possibly if the County's head-candler had offered something else after the Lexapro® we might have responded, but sometimes energy/activity is bad. We hate to think what we'd do if we didn't perceive all activity beyond typing as an incredibly unfair imposititon on us.
The best damn thing that happened for our mental health was no longer having to work/slave for a living, esp. in gigs requiring interaction (other than physical violence) w/ customers. Fortunately the state-paid shrink we spoke to for about 15 mins. agreed w/ us.
One (The only?) thing we gained from group therapy was that depression may be anger displaced toward oneself, rather than directed at those deserving of it. (I.e., the rest of humanity, in our case. Fucking sheep!)
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