sounds like somebody needs a hug!

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Heh. And yesterday in the news they came out with some men claiming Cialis
and Viagra can cause blindness. Now, I always thought that was wood alcohol
and masturbation.

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twisted & freeky. major props on the the vocal
enunciations (ie. 'performance'). love the duped vox track-
gets into yer head

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Thanks. I spent a lot of time on the playing around with this one. Most time
post recording than any other track (I think).

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about the new drug culture.

I think this is actually kind of funny. Youaddress the popular misconception that prescription drugs are a replacement for therapy. " Take two of these and never call me again." adresses this. Why should a pschiatrist have to listen to you bitch and moan about your problems when they can simply give you a prescription.

Well done! I like the randomness of the accompanyment(sp?) it fits the point you are trying to get across.

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The other end of this scale though, is why make a person suffer through
years of therapy, if it's not the problem? I had a hard time not adding in even
more drugs (like alcohol and nicotine, since the poem is about self-
medicating), but since one of the most common complaints with anti-
depressants is sexual dysfunction, I decided to leave it at that.

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The randomness also comes from I don't know one note from another. :)

I'm glad no one thought I was trying to be mean in this poem. I often write
things that get me chuckling, only to deliver to silence (that could also have
to do with the size of the crowd that comes to poetry recitals).


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You OK, man?

How does our society teach us about reality?

Someone's making a buck on happiness.

Eeerie song. Great impact!



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Heh, I'm fine. A friend of mine was complaining that no one ever wants to
hear about her therapy. "You start talking about it, and guys' just shut down."
I told her not sure if it's really a mental thing, or a health thing. "People don't
want to hear about your gynecologist visit either, doesn't mean they don't
care about you."

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Your dark humor brightly shines in this clever, insightful depiction of prescription drug use. Sharp observation on both the drugs and human consequences."If I overdose on antidepressants will I die of happiness?" is particularly witty, and sets the stage for a full panoply of pharmaceutical riffs.

If I can offer any critical feedback, I'd suggest the ending is a rather cheap shot compared to the quailty of the main insights. It veers into leering sex, which probably works at poetry slams, but the connection seems a bit tenuous to the earlier commentary (even with the understanding that too many anti-depressants can lead to erotic dysfunction. Or maybe it's not that. Maybe it's that you don't apply the same droll touch to Viagra and Cialis as you did to the earlier chemicals - that they are there for shock value alone. What if it read something like "I need to get a grip, but my doctor just jerked me off when I asked for Viagra?"

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Point taken.

It's funny that nearly all my poems are autobiographical, but once they are
out there, I don't tend to want to overly explain things. Especially, since I'm
already usually firmly on the other side of the "too much information" line.

Without going into much detail, being a single guy, who has little time to
date, and is way too old school to contemplate anything less than a serious
long term relationships, the idea of erotic dysfunction doesn't scare me
much. But there is another pill waiting to solve the problem if it did.

The irony I was going after is that some of the anti-depressants actually use
"low sexual side-effects" as a selling point, Wellbutrin being one. Grab any
medication, read the side-effects, and there is usually a lot of things far more
scary. "Seizures, headaches, nausea, anal leakage and death."

I wrote this poem in front of the microphone, pretty much speaking it into
existence (usually I use a pen, then see how it sounds later).

I didn't want the poem to become a list of pharmacology (which is a weakness
in the beginning). Guess I am saying I don't know how to fix your criticism.

Generally, I never do a poem more than once at slams anyway, but you're
right, this one did fairly well.

Now I am babbling.

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I'm not suggesting there's anything wrong with this piece. Just the opposite is true: it's a serious rant on psychosomatic chemicals from a droll viewpoint. It's loaded with sharp lines, like "Where it says refills: my doctor put a sideways 8." I commented because I thought it's something worth responding to. My observation was simply meant to suggest that the last lines about Viagra and Cialis weren't as deftly comical as the rest of the piece, but maybe they don't have to be. I'm amazed to learn this is something you tossed off at a slam. Nothing wrong with using a list format. True, they can easily become numbing, but I think you show, using explanation and elaboration, how to make a catalog feel stimulating.

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digging your rhythm. take it easy. keep making art.

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Thanks. Got some new stuff coming.

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Well executed. Scary. I thought of making an aria from cereal box
ingredients. Maybe that's been done.

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