When I was 15 I tore out a picture.
From a library book.
It was a book on film.
This is the photo.
For years I saved that photo.
I loved that imaginary woman up there.
I wowed at her.
I'm 35 now.
I still do a bit.
I finally watched the film she's from.
It's called "La Dolce Vita"
or The Sweet Life.
It's a Fellini Film. I was drunk.
This helped the viewing.
It helped a lot.
Trust me.
I've watched Fellini Films before.
The films appear to be all about one man,
and his many womens.
Here they are, all in one place.
The film is all Italian, smoking
and selfish sexual mores.
No one is more selfish,
or smokes more,
then the lead.
Gawd I miss smoking.
That man up there.
He sleeps with women the entire film.
It's really not that interesting.
And the woman I fell in love with,
she's only in the first half.
I can say this.
I love being a women.
I love the power,
the glory of our boobins.
We exude soft and warm.
Kind and inviting.
Whip smart and giving.
All at the same time.
It's really quite powerful.
Power he couldn't tame.
He ends the film all alone.
I highly recommend this film.
But only with a friend.
And only really, really drunk.
Arrivederci!!
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