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?

Very dark and stormy (4th August 1997, Vienna)

Very dark and stormy. Leave it till 12:30, then decide. I do want to look at Maxim, etc. But I just don't want to go out yet! Can't I stay in hibernation for another 4 weeks? I will only miss one round of films.
I'm a Grafologist. My area of study is myself. An endlessly fascinating study it is, too.
If I want to spend my life going to Aphrodite, Sphynx, floozie, what's wrong with that, and writing my little stories. When the money runs out, fine, go back to work for another six months, to earn some more. That six months at the Post Office has brought me twelve months of complete privacy and freedom. It's fantastic. Write to the Post Office again in October.
Aphrodite is only good in winter, when you can spend the whole day up there, when it becomes my private kingdom, when you can leave Aphrodite and go on to floozie, or on to Sphynx. I can't wait for September now. Four weeks. This long August begins now.
All I need is pen & paper, and some plants.