Fact and Fiction Fighter Pilots


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From: Wolf Alexander <congressmanalexander@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, Jan 10, 2025, 07:38
Subject: Fact and Fiction Fighter Pilots
To: <info@lutyensrubinstein.co.uk>

Felicity Rubinstein please send this to Lena Dunham:

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"Fact and Fiction Fighter Pilots"

Weave together and whirl in the air.

Car car car bus truck car. North north north south south north north bound. The steps up to the bridge are still icy.
There are girls. Spitfire girls. All over New York City. 

I am The Spitfire Hunter.

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Not predator versus prey.

That's not how I mean it.

Girl and boy aces! both.

Hunter like an ace fighter pilot hunts for another ace. To dogfight. To play fight. To test the limits of what's possible.

I am hunting for you. My equal in all things. The baddest, sweetest girl ever self-made. The ace of aces of females. 

You will flash by one day and I'll chase you down. Or I'll flash by you, and you'll chase me, down.

I'll see, or hear, you, doing something extraordinary. A comet come to earth. A crater you leave a thousand miles wide.

Maybe you'll hear, or see, me. Crashing through the atmosphere of New York life. And you will ignite your phoenix and roar into my now.

You don't need me to tell you. You don't have to ask yourself "am I the best?" You know. And I will agree. Instantly.

I can walk away from any girl. But I won't be able to walk away from you. And you won't let me. You'll grab my wrist like you own me. You'll bite me like I'm yours to brand.

I can't wait. Yes, I admit. I want to have a whole baseball team's worth of girls playing ball with me. But from the moment we, meet, I'll forget all that, and them.

As white hot black holes. We'll make the new laws of physics. Drawing each other into our inescapable gravities. Two to one. Our persistant memory.


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