Sunday Night Is The Junior Anti-Sex League Meeting!






      A blustery day here on the coast.  Very nice for a change, I wore my leather Turkish jacket to the coffee shop and finished this.   And yes, I am in a rut, thanks ever so much.
      At the age of three, I refused all toys except a rifle, a drum, and a model helicopter.  At eighteen, I designed a hand grenade that killed 38 Eurasian  prisoners at a single burst.  I had no interests outside the principles of Ingsoc, and the complete and final elimination of Thought Criminals.  I denounced my parents during grade school for Thought Crime.  At the age of twenty three, while flying dispatches across the Indian ocean I was attacked by Eastasian fighter jets.  Weighting myself down with a machine gun, I jumped from my helicopter.  An end, one should realize, to be envied!



Order of Conspicuous Merit, 2cnd Class.

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