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Remembering JFK by Spiritual Echo
 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: April 4, 2012      Views: 158

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I would have thought he'd gotten over that broad by now, but apparently not.

Damn near every time I tried to live up to my patriotic duty, think deep thoughts about how I could change the world, become a better citizen, the two of them would walk by, sashaying in front of me like a preview to a porno movie.

No way was I ever going to look like Marilyn and the image of her hanging onto President Kennedy was disturbing.

The two of them together in eternity just baffled me. Almost as much as the constant reminder that I couldn't squeeze in between her size sixteen sexuality or his sixties altruism.

I didn't even feel mediocre when they bulldozed their way into my head.

It became apparent that I had to block off all thoughts of moral conciousness or patriotism if I wanted these two characters to disappear, but short of joining a nunnery it seemed like I see-sawed between lust and honour. The two of them continued to frolic, fondle and annoy me each and every day.

"I'm anorexic," I screamed at Marilyn.

The stupid broad just blew me a kiss.

"I'm a Republican," I hollered at Jack.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "You'll get over it."

I joined the Communist party. Not that I had any sense of devotion to socialism, but I have Jackie's body type and this living nightmare is killing me. I flashed my membership at Jack when he strolled by the other day and it seems pretty certain he won't be back, but this annoying bastard named Nikita something, keeps waving a shoe in my face. What the Hell is that all about?

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