I feel like Aphrodite & Sphynx again (7th Sept 1997 Vienna)

I feel like Aphrodite & Sphynx again. "It is false spirituality to neglect things carnal. Real spirituality comes from regeneration of the flesh." The Aphrodite films are Benny Hill films, the Sphynx girls are Benny Hill girls. That huge-breasted blonde in black see-through dress is a Benny Hill girl. I want to check that other striptease place. Think about how good Caligula became towards the end. Thursday 18th would be good for Sphynx, tomorrow for Aphrodite.
The volcano: to let my spirit burst free in my writing; to let my spirit burst free in a relationship with someone else.
A volcano because I am holding it back. No, because it is blocked, it has no way out.
It will be good to get drunk again in the Savoy, though, won't it, staggering down into the toilets to get my penis out again in increasing anticipation of Sphynx I am about to get to, or Aphrodite. I want to go see Woody Allen films in the Ringstrasse, come back to the cafe with no intention of staying out, but then a couple of pints later the rising excitement makes me go to Sphynx. Tomorrow?

Angkor is like my brain: vast and lost under the jungle (2nd Sept 1997 Vienna)

Angkor is like my brain: vast and lost under the jungle. But can the jungles be cut back? It's been lost under the jungles for -- years. It is a fascinating quest to uncover it and explore it. I am a sort of archaeologist into my own brain. A Grafologist. A 1930s Indiana Jones of the mind.
I'll do it for Diana! What better memorial could there be to her.