The Zoo 1: Unborn/The Zoo 1 - Unborn.adf/ARTICLES/Dream.txt

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@H@1THE DREAM IS BROKEN
@A@4Jude
@FHcitylight14
@FAprime08
@FMpearl08
{4@1
1What follows is a brief extract from an RAF captain who wishes to remain
1anonymous, we shall know him merely as Mr stereotypical gay child abusing
1granny bashing ass licking sado masacistical transvestite or Simon for
1short.
1
1"I met (for security reasons this name has had to be removed. If we printed
1it, it would be an infringement on the work of Witness Relocation Scheme.
1We shall know this individual as Dave) He was a spunky kind of lad, still
1moist behind the ears and braced and ready to become a real man in the RAF.
1He asked me if his sexuality would be a problem, when signing up. Not at all
1I said, winking. You could barely tell, from his dishevelled appearance that
1he had spent the last 5 months on the dirty back streets round London's
1King's Cross operating as a rent boy. I walked him out to the runway.
1"No need for training, kid. I have a real mission for you"
1"Hu what", chirped the little voice.
1"Suicide mission, Kamikaze, Death row"
1"You mean they'll be scraping me off the tarmac like some piece of shit"
1"Not just any shit, kid. Jump in"
1Dave nimbly flew into the plane and ripped his pants on the hand brake
1"Arhhhhh"
1I looked at the pants, not really pants, I suppose more pieces of dishcloth,
1sewn together cunningly by his mother. Interwound in the pants were urine
1encrusted bits of ferrit and stains of which I had never known before. He
1could teacch me a thing or 2 about roughing it.
1"Good luck, kid and don't let the buggers get you down"
1"Harh hu hurhh ha hurrh", that laugh, beautiful.
1The top went down on his cockpit and he turned the ignition.
1SMACK. The little wanker backed the plane into the back wall.
{1"Sorry simon. Hah hurh. Get it @2Simon, @3Siman, @4Ciman, @5C-Man..."@1, groaned the
1little voice. I interupted
1"I know the rest kid, got it all the time at school"
1He smacked his lips like a degenerate mental case you might see in some
1institution.
1"You were bullied at school. I had it good people liked me. I had lots of
1friends." The curly blond mop of seman coloured hair bobbed up and down as he
1spoke.
1"You had friends. Tell me 'bout them kid." I showed genuine concern in my
1request.
1"Well I do remember this one boy from school, My best pal in all the world.
1He was great. We shared common intreasts in computing. He excelled in
1programing, but I made the fist game in the 3D Construction Kit."
1"Whatsit called", I occasionaly slurred two words together
1"Well it was kind of a Sim-Body about this girl I once knew. He didn't
1give her name - too many bitter memories I guess. I cunningly changed the
1subject
1"So er... what happened to him, your friend,  still in contact, kid"
1"No he formatted my hard drive for a joke"
1"It can be mended no lasting damage, daddyo"
1"He formatted it with a brick. Ahh, those were the days"
1I couldn't help but laugh at this joke for a human being.
1"I'd love to talk longer my boy, but I'm going home to my wife, Sally"
1"But I thought you were a ..."
1"Fuck off, hay Kid". I wandered off the runway, my arse protruding in the air
1proudly.
1He (Dave) wandered out aimlessly onto the runway, like some drunk, one
1legged, mental case, suffering from waisting disease and an inability to wash
1himself, avoiding the planes as they tried to hit him. I could tell straight
1away he had got it. Pity IT was some horrible disease transmitted from dirty
1needles and not a future in the RAF.
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