15 thoughts on “Milk Monday *15”

  1. There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. They had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quick horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels And Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. Or you could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening I’m starting off the story with….

    Anthony Burgess (1917-1993)

  2. This one time I dressed up as Alex during Halloween. It was a nice costume. Also, this boy is cute, heck, just about any boy with a milk mustache warms the heart… and other, um, regions…

  3. I remember seeing him at a different angle a few months back. Thought he was cute on that photo, this one proves it, he is cute :)

  4. I always love a teen boy wearing a happy face with an infectious easy smile. This is really nice.

  5. Yeah,nice pic :D
    Hey! Droogs let’s drink a Moloko Vellocet in Korova Milkbar!
    Clockwork Orange time lol

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