I found this note on my mobile this morning. It’s obviously some kind of flow of thoughts from Saturday night, yet I don’t remember writing it…

It’s a Saturday night out in Kings Cross and I’m at the Piano Room witnessing a whole heap of broken women settle for broken sinful men.

The women are dressed to the nines with legs to oblivion lustng after anything they can get their hand on.

I would have been fairly under the influence of alcohol whilst writing that note… I do like the fact that with inhibitions lowered, I can think of things in this manner.

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