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And I love you guys

So through some research and talking with friends, it seems I may have some form of depression, maybe possibly.
One of my friends had some pretty severe depression went to the doctor got some tiny yelllow pills and now says that they have helped out quite a bit.
Not to jump the gun or anything but has been any of your personal experiences with antidepressants i.e. if it is in fact a chronic thing and I'm not just a mopy bitch should I take them.

http://news.sky.com/skynews/Home/UK-News/strangling-internet-teenagers-choking/Article/201001115515187

Yep.
That's my cousin the guy on the top.

Oh God, my family is fantastic

I don't think this place is a desert, Rog. It seems to be a skullfucking insult to the deserts with their rivers and canyons that I know. The white plane seems to zoom on forever like saltflats. Why aren't there any mountains? The few trees and oases make me nervous. I don't trust them Rog, not one bit. 

There hasn't been any for a while, nor people. This hellhole is a far cry from the canyonlands of our youths with vibrant rivers and slot canyons sprinkling high plains and mesas and the warm grasslands further into our neonatic pysche. They always seemed so nice. So full of nice. Why did we ever leave?

We probably needed to. I think we all needed to split up because we heard the land on the other side of the Wasteland™ was much much much better.
I takes a couple decades but then you can enjoy it
It'll be nice.


Time passes very slowly.

Got abut five books or so at LOW LOW PRICES™ wondering if anyone has any recommendations for first read or to not read at all

Down the River-Abbey
The Monkey Wrench Gang-Abbey
The Sheltering Sky-Bowles
Naked Lunch-Burroughs
The Plague-Camus
The First Man-Camus
Hell's Angels-HST

ARGHHHHH
Got my braces off at 10 AM today
Got my retainer that I have to wear FULL TIME and makes me sound like that kid from Breaking Bad (you know the one with Cerebral Palsy) at 4 PM.

WOO-HOOOOO 6 FULL HOURS WITHOUT HAVING SOME PIECE OF SHIT ATTACHED TO MY TEETH

How do you do it?

   People like to hurry. Now a days it's become part of the human condition. We like to hurry from place to place but's just a small part of the true journey, from time to time. In middle school we pray for highschool. In highschool we pray for college where after that we rush out into the working world where we get down on our (now extremely sore) knees and pray for  retirement. We treat each day as just a segment of the journey to the next milestone and when we reach that milestone, all it begins is the journey to the next one.

   I wonder what happens when us humanoids reach retirement when we finally have been shuttled through 65 years of cattle drives and left us roam free with cash in our pocket and any where in the world to go. If you an American according to the average life expectancy you have  13 years left. Does 13 years of pure freedom account for 65 years of being in a trap? Especially if you're eyesight is gone and you hearing is shot.  That's the grand joke. We've hurried so much through life towards retirement, we go so fast and we lose parts of ourselves along the way that we are just a burnt-out husks of what we used to be.

I suppose this could be called pessimistic. But that's not quite true because there is any solution to this problem. You have to work sometime, that's a fact of life. Even your vacation days cut it most of the time. The answer is side roads. Places and times where we can lose our sense of time. Retire every weekend and every summers break.


Or kill me

Partly inspired by TGRR's Sermon #63
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=20685.msg698824#msg698824

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uR2UXmTGK4M

http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/05/31/kansas.doctor.killed/index.html

Dr. George Tiller, whose Wichita, Kansas, women's clinic has been the target of anti-abortion protests for years, was shot and killed at his church Sunday morning, his attorneys said.

"Were so pro-life we will kill for the cause"
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[Project Idea:]

Project Idea:

The Fat Eris Cook Book

the spags of the recipie forum all post their favorite dishes, with pictures.

once we have 15 or 20, we throw it in a book and hit print


book can also contain advice, anecdotes, and straight-up pranks that will make you think you're making some sauce, but it really turns the whole meal bright green

and your urine purple


or, you know, set your kitchen on fire

As suggested by Cram.
I'm getting a start on it. All I need is for you folks to Post your favorite recipes from this site. That simple

-well I think a board project would help. We have these periods of amazing activity and discussion following the launch / conclusion of any project. Group efforts help create group dynamics.

I've been thinking about that post. And I've come up with this thought.
What we need to do (Oh god Rog is going to hate me for this) is a positive sort of support for Discordian work both on the interwebs and beyond.
Go to commonly visited websites and pimp the hell out of this shit.
OR
We could create a new work like BIP.
And then Pimp that.
Your thoughts?

I know... space images. Lame, Cliche, whatever.

Sink or swim

Our two options according to nearly everyone. You either Sink or swim. Do you want to be like that dirty hobo? Of course not. Do you want to be that charming businessman with the caustic grin, trophy wife and 2.5 kids. OF COURSE! My question. Is why do I have to do either. Why can't I float. Or frolic in the water. Why can't I live on a shack on the beach swim and sleep. Why can't a climb a mountain with out fame or glory. Why do I have to take part in their sick game. What kind of sick fuck traps a bunch of people in a tank full of water and tell them to sink or swim anyways.

Not only that, they quietly tell you  "this is your grand opportunity, the American Dream. Anyone can swim if they want to. Anyone can rise to the top" all while slipping  on hereditary life jackets to the ones they want to succeed and rocks to the ones they don't. It's a joke. They don't even conceal their laughter. This is your freedom? Be impoverished or have your soul taken. Fuck swimming anyways, I'm hydrophobic.

[Edited for spelling]

My first attempt at writing pretty much
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The children were all at bed, The crickets never shrieked. This isn't how it always was. This used to be a paradise. A farm. The children played by night in between the wheat and the trees. The adults talked about the day. The animals shuffled. Now it was a shell. A town. An organization. It used to be that no one knew what the next day would bring. Sure they still worked the same job. But there was circuses. There was parties. There was births. And Deaths. Now they walked down the same paths. The town was them. They wealth was them. The Pariah wanted to change this.

They hated him. He was different. Hardly did they even acknowledge his existence. They averted there eyes as he walked down main street. His spurs clicked the cobblestone. There was silence. Down down down. He made his way to the Mayors residence. He entered. The maid turned away. The butler did as well. He was in the bedroom now. He clicked the hammer back. He whispered.


"This is for Life. This is for Death, This is for Imperfection".


The mayor turned.

Pretty self explanatory.
http://ifile.it/qhb695w/alien_babies.pdf

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?unmtjtydte1
If anyone has any suggestion I'll be glad to fix it
It was a quick job done in pages from a copy paste so no real character

1)Take pita bread (the kind that opens up under heat)
2)Put in toaster
3)Toast then take out of toaster
4)Stuff full of peanut butter
5)LUNCH!