May 25, 2003
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Goodbye child. You were born an American, though you'll never see its shores again. Your formula has been traded for a case to knock down at noon, but I remember you as I kick aside the lychee pits outside my door, as they drag their feet and never cease to stare, as I carefully place my steps, avoiding kittens and phlegm on my way up to Delancy. We are the psychos, the pathetic, the quitters, the all time losers. We are the cretins, uncivilized millions, second rate human begins. We are the heathens. Though all their origins change they all pass through Hester Street. We all have. I would not have put my money on this horse, but it's won anyhow and sent its competitors into shock. Yield to the Mongol Hordes! Flee from the Celtic roar! Set sail for the foamy shores.
The heathens have won again.
"we are the heathens" by the van pelt
Comments (11)
I like being a heathen.
Can we also set sail "from" the foamy shores. That's all I can think of right now.
This is another one of your entries where I sit here and stare blankly with nothing intelligent to say.
Dammit.
doesn't take much, does it sherri?
i'm wondering when was the last time she did have anthing intell- nevermind. she might be listening, the ho.
i feel more like the snotty, the unwashed, the freshly-plucked, and the prematurely old.
does "foamy shores" indicate a sea of beer?
how freakin' long you gonna be in the premium spotlight?! it's ok, dude...i dig your site. rock on...peace out from becca.
In reply, "Today I am become death."
Nyaaaaa!!!!
What can he say? The Xanga gods must love him.
I personally think they have a thing for monkey boys...
Psycho's and cretins are much more interesting than decent folk.
You wouldn't see a film called 'American Nice Person' would you?
Why, you got one?
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