A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and the Holy Ghost on drums.
The pharmaceutical industry is redefining and relabeling as medicinal problems calling for drug intervention a wide range of human behaviors which, in the past, have been viewed as falling within the bounds of the normal trials and tribulations of human existence.
Just say “No!” (her slogan for the war on drugs)
Tranquilizers to overcome angst, pep pills to wake us up, life pills to ensure blissful sterility. I will lift up my ears unto the pills whence cometh my help.
If adults want to take such chances (with marijuana) that is their business.
Malt does more than Hubbard did to help us look into the Id.
I only get ill when I give up drugs.
My generation, faced as it grew with a choice between religious belief and existential despair, chose marijuana. Now we are in our Cabernet stage.
What this country needs is prescription drug dealers who loiter around senior citizen centers!
Guns are always the best method for a private suicide. They are more stylish looking than single edged razor blades, and natural gas has gotten so expensive. Drugs are too chancy. You might miscalculate the dosage and just have a good time.