i nearly died a few days ago because my ipod went bonkers and decided to fail on me. the thought of losing 1937 songs pains me greatly because i need my daily dose of (mostly mainstream) music, yes i do. but my sick ipod was well soon after so i was glad as fuck and decided to sayang my ipod as much as i can hoping that she won't give me anymore heartburn.
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if holden caulfield is real and is living, if he chanced upon me, he'd beat the shit out of me and kill me with his bare fists. i am a fake. i love everything and anything anglo, thinks and act like i'm anglo when i'm actually not. i worship another race because i think my own race is incompetent and impotent when i might actually be more incompetent and impotent than they are. which makes me, as holden caulfield would have put it, a phony. a first-class, gold-plated, honey-brazen phony.
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