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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BLOGSKIN BY EILEEN
Saturday, July 21, 2007
"We took a back road, we’re gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean, it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we’ll hold hands.
But I don’t really like you, apologetically dressed in the best,
in the best put on a heartbeat line.
Without an answer,the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry."
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