how to talk to your
psychiatrist:
listen fuckhead i could care less about the diplomas
on your wall, Harvard, Mayo, Snakepit, tell it to the nailbiters, 250 bucks an
hour, let's find out if you're worth it, describe your record collection from A
to Z, and please, no fibbing, you're allowed 2 mistakes per hundred elpees.
answer me this:
does the great grim reaper have to show up every time
in a long black limousine? what rock star am i quoting here and what is his
discography?
howcome every time love walks thru the door it becomes
unhinged?
who is jean genet and why?
christgau? is he for real?
do you know the meaning of the words:
no
fuck off
how could you do this to me
your views on rock-n-roll-- is it a wrecker or is it a
wrecker?
mind if i call you the alienist? thanks, you can call
me bob.
ok with you if I vibrate externally?
"jesus wept" please explain
what's the difference: wedlock or padlock?
husband soul salvation or brand new leash on life?
here's a picture of my two big brothers, which one's
the sociopath, you have 30 seconds.
would you say
the following statement
1. does not describe you
2. somewhat describes you
7. describes you somwhat but not eternally
57. describes you very well
06. hi honey, I'm home:
my psychiatrist is an alcoholic
my psychiatrist loves me
are role plays part of the treatment protacol?
let's pretend you're the doctor and i'm the kooky
patient who needs to start acting like the overworked, dispirited,
beurocratized, and ineffectual professional, hamstrung by eminent litigation
which makes him underprescribe and overextend patient's misery.
can we talk about suffering here or are you a
psychopharmacologist?
do you keep your kleenex out of reach in a secret
drawer hidden in desk?
good. You're on the fence about life purpose: socratic therapist or cyborg-chemist, once
those kleenex are out the door what remains of
your soul will soon follow after.
can you take all the most memorable memories of me and
my little billie holiday community and trade them in for a shiny lear jet?
can i be your favorite occupational hazard, will you
go out with me?
Seriously,
why don't
you.
and I.
go out.
together.
isn't it romantic.
you can kiss me in the cockpit when the airplane
wrecks then if our luck holds out and we stay
together 888888888888
me and you will fry in hell happily ever after forever and ever, happily
ever after, amen. Amen.
thanks, can i see my chart now?
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