ssri misstree the numb parts are nice, in their way. i don't have to feel all these unpleasent things i should be feeling, but feeling them is part of honoring the "dead under the water" and taking the steps forward... they're still there, but they don't twist in my gut the way that they should, they don't make me vomit words as the fever races through me... but spill it all in time, and keeping my balance on this piece of bridge is vital... careen forward but keep your feet... and i can't be twisting and burning the way that i should if i'm going to do that... leak it slow... but remember that it's just for now, it's just for balance, it needs to go away... don't let yourself zombie... you'll have no face... 050606 ... jane oh, how it needs to go away. times are high & i'm hapy but don't feel like i've accomplished anything - it's all the pills, you know. the purity of my blood left when i was about sixteen, before the ssri but after the lack of virginity. i look at a bag full of prescriptions & think, "how did i get so old?" [note: kurt_vonnegut]. selective seratonin reuptake inhibitor. double the dose & you'll be fine. yeah, but when do i stop? am i allowed to be not fine anymore? what happens when i flip out? i'll give you a prescription for ativan. oh, okay. thanks, doc. 050606 what's it to you? who go blather from