new extract from next book:
I, Jennifer S. Chesler, fucking want to kill my psychiatrist. I want to torture him first, though. I think castration would be good to start with.
He prescribed a medication called Saphris, an atypical antipsychotic, allowed off-label for bipolar I, though not sufficiently researched for this use. Now I am going off it & am going through the worst withdrawal in my life, without the doctor ever warning me what i would be in for when I went off the drug.
This morning it looked like I pissed the bed since it was so wet from sweat. My husband cleaned the mattress & had to carry me to the bathroom. My mood swings are rapid & severe, so much so that i woke up this morning laughing as I rolled around on the floor. This drug should be illegal.
Jennifer noted the malice of the psychiatrist & David was able to point out that her Jew nose was partly responsible. She resented the way David would suck the nose, using the tip of his tongue to deftly extricate boogers that lurked in its depths. She had witnessed the woo-woo boy harassing his giant wife for snot, * been deeply traumatized, though her own husband proved to be ten times worse.
David remained enormously happy that the shrink, Dr Cunticles, actually boasted that his IQ was 130. He couldn’t get over this; the Catholic ass bandit actually thought that either David or Jennifer would think that this redeemed his tiny mind, full as it was of the chewed nipples of the blessed anal virgin & cum-soaked choir boys. (This is how Catholics jack off.)
Jennifer was titrating down everything deftly, since David knew drugs, & liked seeing her squirming hornily, her legs flapping around as he drove his cock in like a sledgehammer. She seemed to like this too, but it’s like the smack babies – are they crying or are they laughing? Does it really matter?
Jennifer blamed the psychiatrist for a lot of things. If a bitch is anorexic then one should consider fat weight when medicating, & the lithium toxicity in 2015 was pretty obviously implicated in the polyneuropathy. Dr. Bongo was not very good at being a shrink, Jennifer thought. David pointed out that his job was to be an obnoxious retarded Nazi cockwomble, & he was doing a great job at that. The point of psychiatry is eloquently explained by the notorious poofter & junkie Foucault. We think that he was into BDSM, or at least we hope that he was. The point of psychiatry is discipline & torture of the unruly & divergent, to force everything into a noxious & stupid conformity. They hate it when somebody has a theoretical understanding of the exigencies of Dasein & jacking it in Vegas as required. (Poor Jennifer has to use two hands, & it is her dream to bugger David with a huge strap-on as revenge. He showers without adjusting the temperature correctly; he doesn’t like to bend over the bathtub too long).
Finally, we must mention cocks. We are speculating here, but Jennifer constantly references David’s schlong in texts like “big cock bastard”, though David is humble about the glory of his genitalia, & we both feel that Dr. Gobbles does not have anything particularly scary swinging between his legs. (He wears a pedometer, can you believe that, gentle reader? We assume that this means that he swallows too).
The anti-psychotic Saphris meant that Jennifer discovered, when tapering off, that even her sense of taste was damaged, the food tasted better. Not to mention the grabbing David’s cock in her sleep & finally getting to come while they fucked on account of the special properties of the dong in question, David generally invokes Baphomet while fucking, but didn’t even need to this time. Is it surprising that a Christian shrink should give a Jewish woman, who is smarter than he is & a pervert to boot, a medication that totally messes up her senses?
We may joke most of the time, but seriously, fuck these Nazi scumbags.