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[redirectionkid]

I have given in to society. I'm content with being a drone working for the man, just to get a pretty house, so that I can die in it. For the longest time I wasn't content with this forced lifestyle, but I came to the realization that there is no way around it, so I might as well pretend that I need psychiatric help so that I can get a

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[rikkuhavok717]

*huggles* ^.^

[anonymous]

Noooo!! Darin! We need you in the fight! Who knows what they put in those mainstream-making happy pills? You're not you anymore. You're Darin on drugs. Drugs filled with ingredients that change your body in ways you don't understand. Drugs crafted by corporate America who doesn't care about you, the individual. Drugs prescribed by a psychiatrist whose job it is to sell pills. I hereby formally voice my objection. I wanted to meet you, Darin. Even if i do see and talk to you now, i don't know if i'll be fulfilling that want of mine.

Oh yeah, and physical labor is good for you. Work releases endorphins (the au naturale feel-good drug) and gives you a sense of accomplishment. Everything mankind has done for this planet is rooted in work. To cater to your beliefs, we're just working (living) ourselves out of the job (life), in order to meet our deadline of demise (doom). Okay, i confused myself. Peace, Darin.

~Danny

[anonymous]

That's what my brother's friends told him. They said, "Man, you're such a zombie on those things," even though he was a lot happier. They convinced him to stop taking them. Then he killed himself. Something to consider. -Gabe

[redirectionkid]

I share your views and your hatred of the corporate drug companies... but fortunately for them, I lack the energy and motivation to do anything about it

[anonymous]

I love you.

~Danny S.