Katharine: the dim-witted, stupid person I called my wife. I did not love her, but nowadays, no one loved their wives, for marriage was only for making babies. The few times we had sex, she would stare at the ceiling like she had seen a ghost. She was a talkative, hypnotized young woman who repeated the lines of Big Brother as if they were a prayer of hers. So one day, I decided, it was time to have some FUN, F-U-N.
I went out in an alleyway, and I saw this young lady. She yelled at me, "Two dollars," and we proceeded to break the law. Prostitution was against the law, but there were no laws. If you were caught, you were killed or forced to work. But hey, its better than THIS! This world I live in. Or maybe just as equal.
I hate, hate, hate this memory, but I have to right it down. But it is not helping to express my thoughts. Maybe because thoughts do not even exist anymore. Maybe the Though Police has hacked into the minds of all citizens and tore out our feelings and emotions like a lion ripping out the heart of its prey. Maybe...
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