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Sitting on a train and getting an erection while reading Anais Nin.  She always was a better eroticist than Henry.  There is no chance of getting laid tonight.  I could go home and pound a few beers but I don’t even feel motivated to do that.  It’s the safer bet and I do need some sort of release.  I’m thinking of a girl I knew in high school—but I haven’t seen her since.  I try to imagine the woman she has grown up to be.  I still her as she was in high school.  That would be patently illegal now.  It may be time to put Anais away for the remainder of the train ride.  There’s also a book by William F Buckley Jr. in my backpack.  Surely that would help put out the fire.

Reading erotic

and feeling passion rising

worried about set

can’t go to prison for lust

turn back to more flaccid thought