Reinvigorating The Libido

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I have lost touch with sensual women. This has weakened me. It weakens my very ability to talk to women. I am at an all time low Libido-wise. Have very little desire in my once overflowing quill. Yes, Cupid's arrows have been gathering dust. And Eros has been on a long hibernation. So long that it feels like a coma itself. Without face to face conversations with genuinely erotic women a man begins to die inside. At least this man does. And I have been dying for a long time. Twenty-five years of unregenerated sublimation are in the books. Sisyphus has been pushing that boulder to the top of the mountain every morning & watching it roll back down to the bottom every night. Albert Camus received The Nobel Prize for Literature & then he died like a fly in the desert.


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My Dad

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When Pa died I was living at 209 N. Venice Blvd in Venice, CA, a couple of blocks from the Pacific Ocean. I didn't go to the funeral in Wisconsin because I was too involved in my love life with Wendy Reeves. At the time Wendy & I were not on speaking terms but she lived only 3 blocks away from where I lived & nothing else in my life mattered. The last time I saw Pa he took me to Helen's Kitchen a Dutch restaurant in Waupun, Wis. (pop. 7,500). He told me to try a piece of pie. And when it came time to pay the bill I reached for my wallet but he would have none of it. Nothing had changed. Pa was still Boss of all the estates & though in L.A. I was known as an undissimulating poet here I was still a kid of 38 who couldn't foot the bill for his dad's cup of coffee & his own piece of pie.

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