at a friends party, i watch a beautiful swedish girl take her clothes off and climb into a swimming pool filled with jelly and another girl clamber in after her, it's quite strange how life just carries on while this occurs, some one cooks some food on a grill, some one brings us drinks, a girl in a tiny skirt offers me some hash cookies and i do indulge myself because it would be rude not to, then find myself unable to stop talking to the beautiful swedish girl, oh no, my mouth just will not close, oh no, i'm raving on like a demented raving fool, talking about anything i can, all pouring out like stream of consciousness going wild, an ocean of consciousness, we are drowning in it, it's filling up our lungs and making us....laugh, wow, i seem to be saying the right things, there's lots of people here to talk to, a lovely guy and some old friends of mine. 
the swedish lady drives me into the city, it's gone midnight, people are out in droves, the streets crawl with the hedonistic impulse, i need to use a loo so i wander into a bar where a meathead says, 'how much have you had to drink?'
'about two litres of water and one basil seed drink and i had some lemonade at a bbq.'
'how much alcohol have you had.'
'i don't drink alcohol'
'well you can't come in.'
'why?'
'becuase your wearing shorts.'
'well i wouldn't want to come in now i know your establishment is run by people like you.'
this is alcohol energy, stupid,ignorant and totally primitive. a girl grabs my hand, 'come with me' she smiles, and she's quite stunning, dressed perfectly and with such elegant motion. we wander up the road, she's squeezing my hand tight and links her arm in mine, she's smiling at me and says in a sexy voice, 'i'll take you to a pub i know.' 
she wanders up to this bouncer and says hi, she obviously knows him and asks if he wants a drink, man she is stunning and cool and really smart, the bouncer says 'no' and holds the door open for us, she guides me in. later we separate as i have to go to the loo and take a leak and then i slip past her and i just want to kiss her but instead i just smile and say, 'thanks' and slip away.
on the bus i sit next to two young girls, they smile at me, i'm starting to feel like i have the karvorka, what's happened, have i somehow just invoked the lure of the wolf. i notice the girls have been to homebush, 'what were the church like?' i ask.
'we only saw one song but it was brilliant.'
that's it, the young girls saw one song and it was brilliant.
i head home happy, i had a good night catching up with crazy folk i know from the past, it was unexpected and nice to be social for a change but i don't do late nights and i'm not looking for romance in bars or pubs so i head home with my book, buried in alister crowley biography again, which is getting better and better. 
as society attacks him the more his genius shines. this is the nature of genius, it's never really recognised until the rest of the world catches up with it.