3/11/96
The false love will become stale. We will begin to argue and bicker, as the Party will have planned. My spirit will lose hope. I will question my entire reality. She will be under The Party's control. I will hate her for it. I will want to separate myself from her. I will watch as she wears the chastity belt, shouting the Party's slogans, and I will wish The Party did not exist. I will hate everything it stands for, and I will want her. We will grow farther and farther apart.
One day, I will find a note in my hand. The three most powerful words in the universe will be written on it. I shall follow. There will be little time for words, nor will many words be necessary. I shall enjoy the silence. All I ever wanted or needed will be mine.
Soon, we will arrange a meeting in the wilderness, away from them. In it, I shall love and cherish her, and she me. She will confess all her sins, her affairs with party members, her hatred for the party, her desire for lust, and her true identity. I will not care who she is, for names are only party labels. We will enjoy an afternoon in the sunshine, and perhaps a night naked under the stars. Who will need a home? We will have a sanctuary.
We will arrange more meetings, and each will be something to treasure. We will share hopes, dreams, fantasies, memories, phobias, joys, pleasures, and our hearts will be content. We will dream of times when love is not scorned, beauty not mocked, fantasies not supressed, and dreams of rape not thought to be perverse. Hope will exist within our hearts.
Soon, we will discover others who share our hopes. This group will be held together only by a common goal: the overthrow of The Party. Love is what makes the world go round. We will dedicate ourselves to the cause of making such a world. We will be willing to destroy anything and everything, just for the possibility of such a world. She will insist on one exception: that our bond between each other never be destroyed. They will accept these terms.
Our mission will have begun. We will spread the message: destroy the evil. Our love will once again become false. She will not listen to me as I read their doctrines. I will not hear her desire for pure, unadulterated lust. The sky will be dry. We will spend what could be the last night together trying to hold on to a failing power. Our greed will be great. We will want to trust the masses, not ourselves. We will be ready to blindly follow orders. The trap will be in place.
Don't ever trust the needle. It lies.
-Operation: mindcrime