This is like those old sad nights sitting in the dark in my flat listening to classical music gazing out over London one lamp lit on the floor

This is like those old sad nights, sitting in the dark in my flat listening to classical music, gazing out over London, one lamp lit on the floor. My ferns. My sadness. When I feel most myself. When low, broken, defeated; gathering my resources to rise again. I need this hiatus. I need this 25 days.

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I don’t want any relationships, I don’t want to be with anyone; just drink and watch the world go by? Is this then all my life will be?

I don’t want any relationships, I don’t want to be with anyone; just drink and watch the world go by? Is this then all my life will be? Tonight I plan an epic walk across Brussels, from my hotel all the way to the Justice Palace, and beyond, down to Louise then Rue de Livourne. Stopping off along the way in Club L’Intime and Reves Table Dance. Perhaps. I doubt I will go all that way. Not with this complete lack of enthusiasm which has bedevilled this trip. The skies still bright blue but at street level dusk starting to fall; lamps outside the Hotel Plaza glowing brightly. 845pm. I just want a little nest, where I can be alone with my ferns, and my classical music, and my writing. Perhaps my lethargy & torpor on this trip is sub-consciously because I feel it is nearing the time when I find that little nest for myself and save my money for that.

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Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this

Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this. I wish I owned my own porn cinema. It would be the best porn cinema in the world. There would be ferns, & music playing everywhere, some places all violin music, some places all old psycho funk 1970s music, old blues 1920s music. In another room a stage with fully nude striptease. My dreams in life are all of a pornographic Priapic nature. That is my pilot light. That is the Nile deep underground inside me. My hinterland is all my erotic memories.

When I behave shamefully like Thursday night I wake up feeling ruined and not wanting to open my eyes

When I behave shamefully like Thursday night, I wake up feeling ruined, and not wanting to open my eyes, but when I do I want to do great work, intellectual things, I want to go back to classical music and ferns and my books, and I have the most amazing 48 hours or so of inspired creative work, all to run away from the shame of the drunkenness and hedonism of the night before. So doing shameful things has always been good for me; getting that mucky stuff out of your system; and it also gives me deliciously naughty dreams as well.

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