<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648</id><updated>2009-09-01T09:16:09.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>better living through chemistry</title><subtitle type='html'>the subjective side of pharmacology, and some recipes for when you get the munchies.  this site does not endorse the consumption of illicit substances.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-112971284156432095</id><published>2005-10-19T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T04:07:21.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great. now I can't sleep. I decided to experiment and add cimetidine 400 mg po bid to the mix. for one thing, I do have GERD, but for the other, I wanted to see what inhibiting CYP3A4 (among others) would do to my levels of venlafaxine. (I did decide to go back down to Effexor XR 150 mg po daily.) I don't know if I'm happy or high. though I suppose there really isn't a difference when you come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/112971284156432095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=112971284156432095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/112971284156432095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/112971284156432095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2005/10/great.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-112809602620626259</id><published>2005-09-30T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:00:26.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello darkness, my old friend....Effexor XR 300 mg p.o. q.d., Wellbutrin SR 150 mg p.o. q.d., Zoloft 100 mg p.o. q.d. let's pretend it's actually going to make a difference.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/112809602620626259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=112809602620626259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/112809602620626259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/112809602620626259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-darkness-my-old-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-111553695672456428</id><published>2005-05-08T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T02:22:36.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an over-the-counter high that is crashing…. so i survived the round trip car drive with the help of some pharmaceutical assistance readily available at the local drug store. now i'm hot and cold flashing like i'm post-menopause. that pseudo-chicago dog from wienerschnitzel isn't going down too well either, and i have to wake up in like five hours, and all i can contemplate is the great lonely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/111553695672456428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=111553695672456428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/111553695672456428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/111553695672456428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2005/05/over-counter-high-that-is-crashing.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/110618725322077794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-they-dont-know-is-that-third.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-110066954031183470</id><published>2004-11-16T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:32:20.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i would like to curse whoever kills me.not because i want to deter anyone from killing me, but because i want to see if curses work.i've always believed that i would die a violent death, so i figure i might as well get something out of it.i want whoever kills me to die a slow, horrible, painful death, completely aware of every second of suffering, screaming in terror every moment until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/110066954031183470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=110066954031183470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/110066954031183470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/110066954031183470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-would-like-to-curse-whoever-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-110032147123288628</id><published>2004-11-12T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:51:11.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been over a week since i caught a glimpse of god/probably permanently damaged my brain. right afterwards, i didn't feel like i could put the experience into words. it was all too much. my head felt like a balloon that had been filled to bursting, or maybe a lightning rod that got struck. see, even now, i know that these words fail pathetically at trying to convey what happened.so i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/110032147123288628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109953782210672458</id><published>2004-11-03T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:10:22.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There clearly is no God. Fuck him anyway, who needs him?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/109953782210672458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=109953782210672458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109953782210672458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109953782210672458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-clearly-is-no-god.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109929356699105996</id><published>2004-11-01T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T01:19:26.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is something seriously wrong with me. if i'm not wallowing in despair, i'm just seriously pissed off all the time.i have bought an aluminum baseball bat and a chef's knife in case things get hairy this tuesday. i also have my rattan sticks. they'll be able to pick me off like that guy in indiana jones, but my hope is that it'll be a close crowd, a brawl type situation, and it'll be harder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/109929356699105996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=109929356699105996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109929356699105996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109929356699105996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-is-something-seriously-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109917711029812520</id><published>2004-10-30T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T17:58:30.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can feel it. i'm going to fucking lose my mind.no, it's not anything acute. i just know that one day things are going to fail to make sense, or more likely, they're going to make sense in a way that only I can understand.schizophrenia here we come.i'm just tired of the way my life is going, i think.i don't know if there's really anything that can save me. they say these sorts of things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/109917711029812520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=109917711029812520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109917711029812520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109917711029812520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-can-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109887060394949151</id><published>2004-10-27T04:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T04:50:03.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are now taking three pills simultaneously. the red one, the purple one (which is now the orange one), and the blue one. effexor, wellbutrin, and zoloft.interestingly, the combination did make me less depressed, but it made me doubt my own abilities more. on effexor and wellbutrin, i was pretty sad, but i was able to do my work without fear.i guess you just can't win it all.there's always</summary><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109876613693683464</id><published>2004-10-25T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:48:56.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is something seriously wrong with me. it looks like i need to see the shrink so i can titrate my meds.i don't know. this whole chemical/spiritual dichotomy is really making me nuts. it's really difficult to believe simultaneously that my emotions are nothing but bizarre and highly complex electrochemical reactions in my brain, and then go out and say that i have a soul, and free-will to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/109876613693683464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=109876613693683464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109876613693683464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109876613693683464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/10/there-is-something-seriously-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-109800708035998633</id><published>2004-10-17T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T04:58:00.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does this paranoid feeling truly abate? Is it really the diabolical scheme of the government, to make us want to be watched and spied on, to have our entire lives cut open and exposed like an augury?Is reality TV a way to condition us into accepting 24 hour surveillance? Or is it just the chaotic whimsy of the Invisible Hand.People want to watch not because they are gleaning information from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/109800708035998633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=109800708035998633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109800708035998633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/109800708035998633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/10/does-this-paranoid-feeling-truly-abate.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-107741707653912985</id><published>2004-02-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T20:33:14.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I learned the lesson the hard way.  besides being a "natural" viagra, yohimbe has a stimulatory effect, which many people liken to drinking several pots of coffee at once.  now, I've had some really bad reactions with this stuff.  from what I understand, this is also what a panic attack feels like.  palpitations, feeling like passing out, restlessness and agitation, headaches.  this time, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/107741707653912985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=107741707653912985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/107741707653912985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/107741707653912985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-i-learned-lesson-hard-way.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-107540292951452500</id><published>2004-01-29T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T13:03:44.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>four blue pills.  one purple pill.  will this really work?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/107540292951452500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=107540292951452500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/107540292951452500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/107540292951452500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2004/01/four-blue-pills.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106538392128577158</id><published>2003-10-05T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:58:40.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't get it.  i clearly need more drugs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106538392128577158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106538392128577158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106538392128577158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106538392128577158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106489353679660023</id><published>2003-09-29T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T22:45:36.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just love how inventive the japanese are.  (for related information, go here.  specifically, read about "" now i lay my hand down to sleep, aka "the stranger.")</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106489353679660023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106489353679660023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106489353679660023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106489353679660023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-just-love-how-inventive-japanese-are.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106446617594809022</id><published>2003-09-25T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T00:02:56.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you drunk? (remarkably, i'm not)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106446617594809022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106446617594809022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106446617594809022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106446617594809022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/are-you-drunk-remarkably-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106441688599786726</id><published>2003-09-24T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:21:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, guys.  angel's trumpet tea sounds like real bad news (Link from Popdex.)  definitely stay away from the garden shears.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106441688599786726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106441688599786726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106441688599786726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106441688599786726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/ok-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106427244028015207</id><published>2003-09-22T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:14:00.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lord have mercy.  what is it with all these seriously demented animations? the spongmonkey like the moon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106427244028015207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106427244028015207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106427244028015207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106427244028015207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/lord-have-mercy.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106386180191353155</id><published>2003-09-18T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T00:10:01.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i put on my robe and wizard hatah.  memes.  mostly worthless and inexplicable.  bits and pieces of random jibber-jabber that float around like spermatazoa in the acidic environment of the female reproductive tract.(seriously, sometimes people go too far with the analogy of memes with genes.  it gives a new meaning to the term "mindfuck.")take "i put on my robe and wizard hat" for example (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106386180191353155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106386180191353155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106386180191353155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106386180191353155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-put-on-my-robe-and-wizard-hat-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106385876617578938</id><published>2003-09-17T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:20:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a couple of seriously bizarre images.  from the Hall of Technical Documentation Weirdness.  ok, so I've had about 3/4 of a pitcher of sangria.  a lot of things are remarkably amusing at this time.asphyxiation while masturbating is not recommendedremove metal rod from glans portion before using dildoand finally, the gospel of supply side jesus. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106385876617578938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106385876617578938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106385876617578938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106385876617578938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/couple-of-seriously-bizarre-images.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106369408432938270</id><published>2003-09-16T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T01:42:41.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i had a cigarette (sorry, r!) i started thinking about strange things.  like, what if embryonic development of multicellular organisms proceeded by sexual reproduction, i.e., with a dependency on meiosis?  so that, like normal, two haploid gametes would join together to form a zygote, but instead of dividing by mitosis, they would spawn more haploid units (with crossing over and everything) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106369408432938270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106369408432938270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106369408432938270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106369408432938270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/as-i-had-cigarette-sorry-r-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106340823203029213</id><published>2003-09-12T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T18:10:54.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear god.  just from caffeine and protonix, i was cracking up for at least five minutes.  i think this would cause some serious damage if you were on heavier drugs.  this is the kind of thing that makes users of pcp jump out of 20-story buildings.  who the hell thinks of these things? "badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger mushroom mushroom."  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106340823203029213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106340823203029213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106340823203029213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106340823203029213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/dear-god.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106315798072795119</id><published>2003-09-09T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T20:39:40.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i realize what spicy cajun pringles taste like.  they taste like those flavor packets in ramen.  or accent, also known as monosodium glutamate.  maybe that's why i got explosive diarrhea the last time i had some of these.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106315798072795119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106315798072795119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106315798072795119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106315798072795119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/now-i-realize-what-spicy-cajun.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664648.post-106315514864571562</id><published>2003-09-09T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T19:52:28.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, the ideas spawned by the simpsons.  excellent.  some guy has decided to do a taste test of different beers mixed with skittles.  now where can i find that flaming homer recipe?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/feeds/106315514864571562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664648&amp;postID=106315514864571562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106315514864571562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664648/posts/default/106315514864571562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perorem.blogspot.com/2003/09/ah-ideas-spawned-by-simpsons.html' title=''/><author><name>undisonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01922248806582480442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06985957455809177977'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>