the Jungian psychologisthad to be or he wasnt going to see himher  insurance provided three sessions  was rambling  erratic  enticed by their guided meditation  for him

                                                        Stop   stopstop stop  

    What?

Im laying hereeyes closed

                              Ya playin with your dick far too enthused

Please.  Do you have to be disgusting?

This is session two

                        Methinks I tossed tha tidbit first session

Ifya were so troubled you shoud have sent me packin after it pulled no punches

                                                                                     Yadid read my patient intake questionnaire

    I did.

Think I laid it out pretty plain

Yawasted an hour of my time last week were  we gotta be twenty minutes into this one

The boxs not bejeweled  Evidently yours

                                               Not mine

If this is supposed to be a guided meditation it ought to be mine its my buck

You don’t see this imagined box, holding your dreams, your aspirations, as a magnanimou . .

. . No

          Ever see Indiana Jones an the Last Crusades

No.

You know the character   Archaeologist History professor

Generally speaking.

Generally

              He had to select from among a host of goblets a cup Jesus Christ woud have drank from

Your point?

 

He drank from a plain wooden cup

Not a jeweled gold  goblet                

Your point?

This   Guided meditation

                               Is mine not yours

I sip from a handcarved wood cup

                                     Dig

    So you’re unable to imagin . .

. . Your cup

Ya wanna switch places Ill psychoanalysis you

                                                  Ifya cant get off this bent Im out of here No

Nevermind

                Colour me gone  Im out

Anif ya bill insurance a full session Ill visit  You     Again

 

    he tried to convince himself for his wifes benefit tha  meeting this psychologist   might be  a pastry as delicate as a butterflys dream wasnt his had read it really liked it  helped him through the door the second time

                                                                                                          though it was more like fallin down a flight of wood stepsgatherin slivers as he bounced tread to tread skipped a couple in between    

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