epub or
mobi, with thanks to the original sharer
Dear Keith,
We
watched you on TV the other night and the first thing that grabbed our eyes was
your lovely Hampton Wick. After that we did little besides studying it. From
the way your pants project themselves at the zipper, we figure you’ve got a
beauty of a rig. Sometimes we hoped you’d whip it out or something. Keith,
we’re serious; we judge boys primarily by their Hamptons because they’re so
exciting to look at and contribute so much to a healthy relationship. We hope
you don’t think we ought to receive head treatment or be put away before we
attack men or something. If you’re interested, drop by awhile, why don’t you,
when you’re in Chicago. We’re both 18 and like to wear tight-fitting sweaters.
We think a girl should wear things tight on top to please a boy, and that a boy
should do the same on the bottom to please us. So please don’t forget to answer
us. And keep pleasing us by wearing those pants good and tight.
Reach
us at:
Cynthia
Plastercaster
Chicago,
Ill.
Greetings and welcome
Rolling Stones, our comrades in the desperate battle against the maniacs who
hold power. The revolutionary youth of the world hears your music and is
inspired to even more deadly acts. We fight in guerrilla bands and we riot at
rock ’n’ roll concerts everywhere. They
call us dropouts and delinquents and draftdodgers and punks and hopheads and
heap tons of shit on our heads. We will play your music in rock ’n’ roll bands
as we tear down the jails and free the prisoners, as we tear down the State
schools and free the students, as we tear down the military bases and arm the
poor. Comrades, you will return to this country when it is free from the
tyranny of the State and you will play your splendid music in factories run by
the workers, in the domes of emptied city halls, on the rubble of police
stations, under the hanging corpses of priests, under a million red flags
waving over a million anarchist communities.
