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ZYCERAK THREADZYCERAK UPDATE:
I secured a prescription for Vyvanse from the 11th greatest psychiatrist in all of Red Deer.
It was quick, efficient. Two phone calls. He obeyed my every command. I felt powerful, in control.
First phone call: He asks why I called. He's giving me permission to guide the conversation, state my demands. I told him I need drugs. Badly. "Well... why do you think you have ADHD." "Uh... I am bad at focusing. Like I procrastinated a lot. I feel bad sometimes." "ADHD is typically diagnosed in childhood, so it's unusual. But I treat everyone from age 6 to uhh.. 57. So... I don't know. Go to my website
WWW.[redacted for privacy!].COM. - Download my content - Tap that notification bell Then call my number to receive your shot of winning a one month supply of stimulants 
Second phone call: I returned the completed contents through two separate channels. He did not receive it in time. I had to send to his personal email. He spelled it out to me, but he was saying letters and words, two things at once I couldn't understand. Got forms, skimmed forms, said ok that's yeah those are results, theres ones and twos and threes and even fours, so yeah. Let me know the name of your Pharmacy I'll send them a prescription.
No tricks, no games, straight to the point. Later that day, walked to the pharmacy, the drugs were waiting for me. I paid $22 for them, which is also the grand total throughout the entire process as the initial consultations and psychiatry were free. Thank you Tommy Douglas!
The trial begins tomorrow. Is this the solution to all of my grievances that I've been waiting for? Or am I placing my hope in a false prophet set on destroying my life? Stay tuned for the next Zycerak Update
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ZYCERAK THREADHey Eryp,
I just wanted to start my replying by saying I am doing great, thank you for asking. I hope you are doing well.
On the other hand, what are you talking about? What uncle? You lied? When? I upvoted your post because I respect you but I don't know how to respond.
Sorry if this is not the response you were anticipated. You don't need to clarify or respond to this, because I do not care. It's polite to leave a response, and I wanted to be open and truthful because I respect you.
Cheers,
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2026 GHOSTING COLLABdeadline extension happened btw, formally you have two days to go but in reality you have until whenever i feel i've finished the track. and you have no idea when that is. so get it in as soon as you can!
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ZYCERAK THREADWhat's up Zycerak? Sorry for saying your uncle or something like that of yours died. It wasn't true, and I shouldn't have lied about something so hurtful. I hope your Unc is doing ok! You on the other hand? I hope you're doing well too. I guess...
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creativity MONTHi wish i had an inner monologue with which i could reflect upon such magnificent sketches and musings. unfortunately inner monologues are woke. its not my fault i dont have one though, its just a disability. elizabeth holmes figured out being woke was wrong and made millions. until woke stopped her. its not my fault.
i love waking up and going to work at the Products Factory. founded it with a buddy in Tel Aviv a couple years ago. i dont know what we make anymore. or why we make it. its not my fault. were selling products and making millions. my millions are what i need. me and my buddys family eat, sleep, drink off those millions. my big beautiful son Sturgeon goes to private school on those millions. he wants to graduate, go to Harvard, and get a degree in Product Making. he set himself on this course after seeing one of my Products in action. it wasnt my fault. he went out on his own one day. did some sightseeing. he came back and asked me about the Product, asking if it was mine. i said Yes. he said he wanted to learn how to Make Products like his dad. and Make Millions for himself like his dad. i looked him dead in the eyes and said Sturgeon, stop listening to yourself think. You dont know what you want. then i put my lit cigar out on his forehead. tears welled in the boy's eyes, as if begging for an apology. i turned away to look at the market cap of my Products. Its not my fault son, i said. Times wasting. Theres millions to be made. Its not my fault.
