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[eunuch_dreams]

Today during my lunch break I went into one of those incredibly expensive salad bars in Leicester Square to snaffle some sugar sticks. The whole place was full of beautiful women eating Caesar salads at a rate of about four molecules at a time, their hands cupped against their chins as they talked so that they could protect their Prada outfits

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[eunuch_dreams]

It's a little late for a reply but what the hell. Thank you for saying so. The piece at the end is based on my being caught thieving by a posh restaurant and having to do dishes alongside some South American girl who was literally slaving her life away, so I got the idea that the rich women were eating her sufferings.
Which sounds crap when I put it like that, but I thought it was worth a short piece on, anyway. Aaargh, I should never reveal my foolish inspiration, now I see why Michelangelo burned all his sketches ...

[eunuch_dreams]

Dreams in stone, a dream of stone, dreams made of stone ...