Mus'n complain

A boot stamping into a human face forever. That's how I feel tonight, with the occaisonal moment of respite. Just to clarrify, my face isn't being booted, although some of you Simpsons fans might know that the booting is the traditonal form of punishment down here in the colony, the Orwell quote I began with just about described the mixture of seething anger, mulled rage and torment I'm feelin' right now. That's the way it is; have a day of fun (in the sun too) and be prepared for the pain to follow. It's like fire, and ice. And rage, and the Heart of the sun.