My arms, my thighs, my body, they grow fat and muscle! The Party was feeding me, with even meat at every third meal! What is this? Why were they keeping me healthy? They even gave me cigarettes, to feed my need and desire. My desire, a thoughtcrime. They would feed my thoughtcrime? Freedom is slavery, two and two make five, god is power. Everything the Party says is so true. Julia, Julia! Where could she be? Hallucinations they call it, I call it faith. My rebellious thoughts on Big Brother, O'Brien was able to hear me... he sent me to Room 101. They can keep me for another couple of minutes, or another couple of years.
No comments:
Post a Comment